The Riding Soldier: Traffic Discipline at Shillong Police Bazar & Warm Momos (Part 3)
এই পোস্ট টি বাংলায় পড়তে click করুন Umiam Lake left a deeply profound mark on my soul. Carrying a mixed emotion of a heavenly folklore and the silent sigh of the mountains, I kicked off my 'Dhannu' once again. The evening light was fading away rapidly. Moving away from the banks of Umiam Lake, my heart grew heavy with a strange nostalgia, but a rider cannot pause at one place for too long. So, with a heavy heart, I revved the accelerator, piercing through the foggy mountain trails toward my destination—Shillong, the Queen of Clouds By the time I entered the main city of Shillong, dusk had completely fallen. Along with the evening came a massive blanket of thick, white mountain fog. The chilly mountain wind was piercing right through my riding gear, giving me goosebumps. Carefully maneuvering my bike through the dense fog, I finally arrived at the literal heart of Shillong—'Police Bazar'. The Wonder of Shillong Traffic Discipline The atmosphere there was truly somethin...