The Shillong Stories


This trip happened in September of 2005 and I am pleased to say that being the official travelogue writer of this trip, it is finally now that I am discharging my duty. The ten or so part blog series I plan to write shall be completed if the super-blogger, who has already written all that we would ever blog about, keeps his blessings showered on me and keeps my mind’s writing bug alive and kicking and busy scribbling.

And this series I dedicate to my enthusiastic Shillong group, my batchmates from XL who made this wonderful trip happen. Special thanks to Chief Abhinav Anand who always diplomatically reminded me of my travelogue writer duties and to one other person who left me alone for 2-3 days to make me turn to my blog and made the commencement of this series possible.
Hats off to my rustic, adventurous group and hats off to the Shillong trip!


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