65 days: Weaves of Time

Today was an unexpected journey in time and culture. I spent a few hours at the Don Bosco Museum, where the stories of Northeast India came alive through the exhibits. Each floor was a new revelation, from the vibrant tribal textiles to the historic tools and artifacts that whispered of lives lived long ago. The seven levels of exhibits felt like a tapestry woven with the threads of countless traditions and beliefs, a place where every corner held a piece of history waiting to be discovered.

There was something quite captivating about seeing cultural diversity laid out so thoughtfully. I was particularly drawn to the handmade jewelry and intricate bamboo crafts, each piece telling its own story. It felt like I was stepping into a world that was both familiar and foreign, a reminder of how vast and varied the human experience can be.

Afterwards, I took a quiet moment on the rooftop, where the view of Shillong spread out below, the clouds drifting lazily over the distant hills. A gentle breeze played with my hair and I felt a sense of calm, as if the city itself was breathing alongside me. It was a day of quiet contemplation and gentle discovery.