I was in class V then. For the first time I heard about Cherrapunji. The place where it rained the most. Later the place changed and it is now Mawsynram. But the name stayed somewhere in my heart. And in 2019 March, the day came. We have started from Kolkata. In the previous part i shared my experience of Shillong. This time we were going to meet the small town in the lap of East Khasi hills, Cherrapunji. Local people used to call her as 'Sohra'. In Arbi or Urdu 'Sohra' means 'Beautiful'. Whether the christening of the city was done for this meaning or not, was not clear to me, but it was indeed a polite and beautiful hill station.
Dry and mundane yellow hills, rain-soaked hairpin bends guided us throughout our journey to our most comfortable shelter 'Coniferous Resort'.
The soft touch of the setting sun, the pleasant cool breeze, the tranquility of the hills and the warm welcome of the resort - what's more a person could even imagine!
'Sohra' wakes up too early in the morning. The colours of sunrise on the hills, the smiles of little school children, beautifully decorated single storeid buildings, those white curtains on the windows, colorful flowers in the balconies - everything was so soothing to the eyes, so much heart melting.
The mother nature has created her own magic here. Water has sipped through the caves of limestone and sand stone. A cave with its natural architecture was a must place to visit. If you are in Cherrapunji, do not forget to be with the mesmerizing Seven Sister and Nohkalikai waterfalls surrounded by lush green forest.
