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Exploring the Living Root Bridges of Meghalaya: Part 1- Cherrapunjee

Ah Meghalaya!

The land whose exotic rain-forests hide one of the most beautiful secret of India- the ancient Living Root Bridges.

These Living Root Bridges, as the name suggests, are bridge like structures made from the roots of… 435 more words

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A walk in God's own garden- Mawlynnong

Gandhiji once said, “The Soul of India is in its villages”. Sometimes, It is not about the place.. It is about the people that brings you closer.. 686 more words

Travel

Day Six in the North East: Mawlynnong & Riwai

On Day six, my first stop was Elephant Falls. It was en route to multiple other destinations, but Kolita decided he was going to take me there only on the final day of sightseeing. 832 more words

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Diplomacy and Bloodlust

Our trio stood to greet a new familiar face, and I braced myself for the inevitable chill that arrived each night shortly after the sun sunk below the horizon line. 2,756 more words

Rape should be stopped before it becomes a hobby. Let's stand against it! 

https://insanitydotcom.wordpress.com/2017/01/04/rape-should-be-stopped-before-it-becomes-a-hobby-lets-stand-against-it/​​​Where do I even start? I’m not even sure how to begin writing on how crimes against women such as rape, molestation, abuse, so on and so forth are rising at an alarming rate every now and then which is not just a fad but seems to have become a norm all over the country. 1,991 more words

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Gateway to the abode of clouds- RiBhoi

A long winding highway up the hill from Guwahati leads to Meghalaya- Abode of the clouds. And up there, one will be greeted by blue waters of a calm lake flanking the road on the right with no sign boards indicating the arrival at Ri Bhoi district. 609 more words

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The Engagement of Opportunity

In a world of hues
olive, tangerine, crimson
paint this explorer.
(11.27.16)

It’s impossible to trace the true origin of any opportunity. One could argue that my path began when I was a toddler with my mother, siblings, and the red Radio Flyer wagon, picking up fast-food wrappers and beer bottles along the streets of my hometown, but this is not my autobiography.

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