Pack your bags and just let go off everything! It was midweek of a warm September. Fall was about to start and exams were right ahead of us. Barely able to make it through another day of a boring lecture a small 3 day weekend was waiting for us. Yes we were supposed to sit and study but then again exams come and go but not three-day weekend. It was almost noon when we were unable to decide anything about the next few days. All we knew was that we are NOT gonna kill time in hostel. Noon gone and it was around sunset, still lazing around like we have all the time in the world when I pulled the blankets off from those two lazy douchebags! One jacket, a small backpack and an hour after charging our gadgets we headed towards the local taxi stand. We knew Shillong would shut down by 8 and it was already 4:30 and it will take us exact three hours. After a little more time wasting here and there we were inside a taxi finally. As the sun started to set we proceeded towards the hills. It was drizzling a little and entertained by a couple of rainbows we dozed off only to find ourselves in Shillong the next moment. So hungry we were that I almost headed towards the street food area and ordered almost everything on the menu. Next moment we were flat on our beds and woke up the next morn. Mawlynnong it was for the rest of the day. Booked a taxi and we set off for one of the most beautiful journey of our life. Kissed by the clouds, welcomed by the rainbows, quietly crossing graveyards, old churches, few white weddings and cheering school children we went on with our four hour drive to this place. The root bridge and the cleanest village was waiting for us. More important was the journey that made me touch the clouds entering our vehicle, hot tea, the right song at the right moment. The three of us were in our own worlds. The driver was uber friendly and he would gently answer to all our questions. After a long drive we walked down the steep stairs towards the root bridge. It might be a tiresome walk for us but these bridges connect villages. It's not like they are closed after a certain point of time. People keep crossing during morning, noon and night. The cleanest village was a treat. Though it was a really small village with few families, the community effort of these wonderful people to keep it clean is commendable. Far far away we saw the waters of Bangladesh. There are a lot of pitcher plants in this area and by the effort of a village man one can opt to climb the bamboo stairs to reach his tree house. It was a pleasant day a little warmer than Shillong though. Lost in the wonder world it was time for us to go back to Shillong. Shillong and yes then back to Guwahati. A week later we gave our exams too, then packed our bags only to head towards another destination again!