It was Sunday. The Sabbath. The day allocated to taking rest. But no! We had a long way to go and this was just the beginning of the trip. Excitement was at its fullest and all of us were ready to hit the road.
We opened the door and let in the cool fresh air. Fresh air, with a hint of damp mud letting us know it had rained a while back.
What were the odds. We stayed at a place right opposite a girls hostel. Talk about bad luck, all the girls were sleeping that morning.
Us, good christian boys that we were decided to take a walk to the church. Johnny, who spent a significant amount of time of his youth in Shillong sold the idea of going to the church early morning. Not to attend the service or check out girls, but to see how amazing the church was. So off we were. Mukhi, Johnny, Joshua and I.
We passed by St. Anthony’s high school.
And continued our walk to the church.
Finally we were there. Bang opposite the great house of the Lord. We paused for a moment to acknowledge the great photogenic surrounding.
That’s Joshua, caught in the act. Going all paparazzi.
And that’s the church. The place Johnny brought us to. The temple of worship that we did not bother to visit. Showers of blessings were sprinkled upon us in the form of an unthreatening drizzle.
But we waited there for a while. Breathing in the fresh air and acknowledging the peace and silence.
Once the church service was done, we decided to head back before the church goers stepped out and saw us infidels acting suspicious outside the Lord’s house. The man himself. Jesus. I hope he forgives us for being bad christians that day.
Finally we were back at our room. Baths were taken, bags were packed.
Mukhi might have been the only person to get a halo that morning. I guess thats what happens when you take a non believer to the Lord.
Joshua did some reading up.
While the rain gods unleashed their fury.
Once everyone were done with their baths, breakfast was to be consumed. We were the first souls at the restaurant. The wait was long. Our food was nowhere in sight. The Machaan (Vignesh) invested in a few more minutes of sleep.
Mukhi’s sound system was rigged and ready to be used.
iPhones were shown off.
Nokias sat quietly.
A few more photos here and there.
And we just waited at the restaurant while the rain continued to pour. The delay in our food did not help any cause. But we waited.
Later on that day we visited Mawlynnong and the Elephant Falls. We headed back to Guwahati at night and the adventure continued. For the guys who were there, they know all the jokes, all the craze and all the nonsense. Too bad everything can’t go into a blog post. But hopefully more photo stories from this trip to follow.
Trivia: All photos clicked using a Canon 1000D and a Canon 50mm f1.8. Feel free to Like and Share on G+.