The walk along the river bed apparently led to a waterfall, but we walked and we walked and never got to it because as we got closer, the sands started shifting in a manner that no longer felt safe. (Later that evening Mr. Khrau thanked the Gods we didn't go any further because there was Quicksand ahead, quick enough to have swallowed the two of us and more.)
We got back to the cave, and spent the rest of the morning marvelling at the unbelievable beauty of this unspoilt paradise.
Meghalaya, besides being a constant setting for cloudplay, is the land of butterflies in numerous colours. In Mawsynram, they were everywhere - here at the cave, at our homestay, in the lawn. We spent our time with these sunbathing beauties, photographing their wings in colours no one can imagine. We caught a few on camera, but this one butterfly, fast and wise enough to escape our frame each time, was a bright purple-blue. We never did get a chance to click it, but the colours were colours that can't be forgotten.