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    Wednesday, June 9, 2010

    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    Right under those cloudy hills.....
    27-28 May 2010
    Sylhet, Bangladesh


    For me, it was special. Had not been able to attend tours for quite a while. Even a half-day tour is not always manageable. This tour comes after a while, and I just couldn’t resist. A three-day holiday was more than enough to inspire me. And moreover, being able to write on the story of a tour is another something. Anyway, the moment Shudipto planned this, I was with it. I only needed that last-minute confirmation. So far, that last-minute luck had been with me. Anyway, I had been at Sylhet many times before, but the opportunity to visit Bholaganj, where I had never been, and to stay at Jaintapur, right under the waterfalls of Meghalayan hills were difficult to ignore. Visiting Jaflong after four years was another motivation.
    Wednesday night was the planned start of the tour. After a hectic day at office, a night journey by bus was not desired, but when you are travelling with 36 more energetic photographers, you’ll tend to forget when you needed sleep. Our bus started right after 11:00PM. It took some time for us to break through the traffic of the mega-city. But once we crossed the Shitalakkhya, it was a smooth ride. We hardly slept for most of the journey. But after the pause at Habiganj in the early hours of the day, most of us couldn’t stand.

    We arrived at Sylhet town by about dawn. It was around 5:00AM and it was drizzling. We had a pretty dry spell going on at Dhaka, and heard that people at Sylhet were going through a contrasting weather. We got the proof of that right after arrival. Some of us wondered whether the rain could ruin the tour or not. Others were a bit more optimistic though. We boarded four brand new Toyota Hiace buses within no time. Shudipto had everything arranged. Everywhere we went with TTL, Shudipto managed to surpass our expectations.

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    Distant dreams........


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    another dream-house.......


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    the green shepherd......


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    a view made in the heavens.......01


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    a view made in the heavens.......02



    Our destination was Jaintapur, which lies at the base of the Meghalaya hills; on the border between India and Bangladesh. We were supposed to stay at Jainta Hill Resort, a privately owned resort owned by local businessman. Shudipto developed a good relationship with him and got a big part of the resort booked for one day and one night. We reached the resort by around 6:00AM. The pinkish building created a great contrast against those stunning green hills. The high waterfalls on the hills provided those special ornaments. Occasional low clouds partly covered the hills; the hills then looked like shy beauties under veils. It was dreamy! Having a view like that from the window there can make anyone lazy. It was wet. It seems like that the place is supposed to be wet most of the times. The hills are there to stop the moisture traveling from the Bay of Bengal. They are designed to receive.

    After the allotment of rooms, we hardly wasted any time and went on shooting the surrounding landscape. We continued shooting until sitting for breakfast by around 8:00AM. After a grand breakfast, which was by no means unnecessary, we began to prepare for our next journey. After a half-an hour’s journey, we reached the banks of the Jaflong River. This is another border with India. The place lost a bit of its picturesque quality over the years, I guess. I had seen a spectacular place in the past. During my last visit in 2006, I couldn’t find the stones that were so prominent once. Its now a flat shallow river, which doesn’t look too different from other rivers. Commercial extraction of stone from this river has brought a massive change to the river’s natural existence. The river is still a quarry, but not for stones, rather more for gravel and sand. Large stones are a bit rare now. And there is no stone visible from the surface of the water, which once was the specialty of this place.

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    this is no bazaar.......


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    sailing into the rocks.......


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    river life......


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    of dreams and imagination.......


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    cutting through the mirror.......



    Anyway, by around 9:30AM, we were on board three tourist boats and heading straight for the border post. That post gives some of the best views available at Jaflong. We got cooperation, as well as warning from the BDR personnel present there. While making our way through the river, we noticed the great concentration of people in the middle of the river. At first, we thought it was some kind of bazaar in the middle of the river! But we quickly realised that it was none other than the main quarry. Because of the difficulty of finding stones at the most convenient places, points like these became crowded with people. This is the easiest place to extract stones, thats what created that great mess here! We could see people diving at the bottom to help pick up stones from down below. Some locals said that this extraction process left the river deeper than normal and now, stones can be found way at the bottom.

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    Jamshed and his boat.......


    Many in our group forded most of the river to get a closer look at that chaotic place in the middle of the river. Some others went there by boat. Yet others spent the time photographing landscape. We left the other bank of the river around 10:45AM. Our next program got divided a bit. The biggest group opted to cross the river to get a glimpse of the Khasia village. So, right after 11:00AM, our team got divided. Some of us opted to stay at this bank of the river and to shoot the things that we usually ignore. This bank contains most of the activities related to stone quarry. I saw some boats under repair. I spent some time talking to one of the boat owners, Jamshed. Here was doing some emergency repairs to his boat with the help of another young relative. His 5-year old boy Shipon was playing with gravel around the boat. His boat is used for the most important activity here, stone transportation. The boat got damaged after it accidentally took a lot of water and sank. He mentioned that the boats are all made in the surrounding areas, especially in the Khasia village that my other fellows went to visit. The special trees for the boats also come from the same village area, where they are grown. A good boat lasts for several years, he said. He’s been a boatman for the last 20 years. He had seen the river full of stones and also seen many more people engaged. Stone business is on the decline here, according to him. Another interesting thing was that his family originated from Narsingdi, not from Sylhet area. There are many people like him who are also not from Sylhet area.

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    stone carvers.........01


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    stone carvers.........02


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    stone carvers.........03


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    stone-boats.......01


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    stone-boats.......02


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    stone-boats.......03


    There was another stone-related business prominent there. Stones are carved to make pata, which is used as sort of a grinder, especially for spices. Different types of stones produce pata of different quality. This is another business that is run within the family for generations. After exploring the river banks, Shabbir Bhai came with the idea of climbing a watch-tower. The tower gave a pretty good view of the surrounding and we capitalised on that. The sun started to become warm gradually. Up till then, we found the sun in the same gloomy mood that we discovered since arriving at Sylhet. The shades of the tower provided a nice place to relax. We waited for the other team to cross the river.

    We moved some time after 12:00 noon once the whole group began to reassemble. The weather was no longer as cool as it started. We all were a bit tired and looked for refreshments. We filled up our transports and drove off for resort. Jaflong was sort of an incomplete tour for me. Something told me that more time was needed to get a real glimpse of life over there. There were too many things happening. Several hours were not enough to get a representative idea about the place.

    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    simple pleasures of life......



    We had a big lunch! We were all hungry and ate life elephants!! There wasn’t enough time for us to take some rest. The moment we started to feel tired, we ended up back in the vehicles! We were off once again! The sun was shining now. It was a totally different weather. We reached the banks of Sari River in no time. We planned on a boat ride through this tranquil and picturesque waterway. But there was no boat there. So what? We had Shudipto! There were a couple of boats within minutes! We all crammed into these boats; just made it actually. The boats seemed a bit too small for a big group like ours. Anyway, we started off by around 5:00PM. The sun was already well on its way down, spreading golden lights everywhere. The river was tranquil to say the least. The Sari slowly turned into Lala Khal, a canal; but we didn’t really notice when the river turned into a canal; it looked all the same to us. Then the sun came up with all its glamour! Sparse clouds began to hide the sun and the rays came out like heavenly spotlights! It was spectacular! The boats began to list on the port side, not being able to stand the weight of overenthusiastic clickers unwilling to leave a chance to shoot such a rare event! And you couldn’t blame anyone. It really looked like a rare moment. We all jumped out of the boats once Shudipto decided to go for the shores. The distant blue hills remained distant; we decided to spend the rest of the day at this place until the sun called it a day. It was around 5:40PM.

    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    heavenly show........


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    a relaxing afternoon......


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    the clickers in paradise......


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    sunset at Lala Khal.......01


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    sunset at Lala Khal.......02


    The sun had so many tricks for us on that day! There were so many colours to see and so many rays to count. We watched the spectacular sunset through our lenses. It was superb! We filled our memory cards with loads of sunlight! The clicking continued until around 6:20PM, when the sun was almost kissing the horizon. We sailed off. It was dark when we reached the place where our vehicles were waiting for us. It was a long day, but truly enjoyable. It started off with the dreamy clouds hovering over the Meghalaya hills, and ended with the golden sun playing hide and seek. A complete day.

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    the bio-scope.......


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    Jainta Hill Resort.......01


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    Jainta Hill Resort.......02


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    Jainta Hill Resort.......03


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    Jainta Hill Resort.......04


    After an eventful night, we still started off the day quite early! We had a tremendous adda well into the night with renowned photojournalist Andrew Biraj, who accompanied us during the whole tour and gave us excellent opportunity to learn from him. Only tiredness and the drive to wake up early pushed us to bed. Anyway, early wasn’t too early for most actually. But still, a lot of us tried not to waste the morning hours. Light wasn’t too great, as it was drizzling once again. But that didn’t prevent any of us from our work. Before we went to breakfast by around 8:30AM, we continued to shoot the surroundings. The surroundings of Jaintapur can never cease to surprise one. White plumes constantly touching the top of those hills gives a dreamy feel and always gives the photographer with opportunity to capture a unique moment. We could care little about the bad light.

    By around 9:15AM, we were once again on our way, giving bye to the picturesque Jainta Hill Resort. It was a short, but enjoyable experience. The views of the resort can be enjoyed all day. A relaxing time there is more appropriate than spending a very busy couple of hours. Its a place that soothes.

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    a procession of nets.........01


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    a procession of nets.........02


    We were on our way to Bholaganj, via Sylhet. We were supposed to pick up couple of our old friends from Sylhet. On the way, we found several fishermen fishing in shallow waters with their specialised nets. We couldn’t resist. We knew that three other cars in our group were way ahead of us. But we had to spend several minutes to get a glimpse of this unique stuff. Within 10 minutes, we were off once again. We picked up Fakhrul Bhai and Akhlas Bhai from Sylhet city. They gave us bad news about the road to Bholaganj. Judging by the distance, we were with the impression that Bholaganj would not be beyond 45 minutes’ journey from Sylhet. But we had no idea what was in store for us!

    Bholaganj is now the busiest stone quarry. The whole road to Bholaganj is pock-marked by heavy-wheels. Hundreds of stone-carrying trucks and tractor-trailers ply through this road all day. All the bridges on this road are under repair and require detours; and the bridges are many. This is a road that goes through a massive haor area (wetlands). Water level is on the rise here; its the end of the month of May. Coming June-August may see the road communication with Bholaganj severed unless some really important measures are taken.

    While we were facing this problem with the road, our drivers showed an arrogance that put the whole plan in jeopardy! While we were driving through the stone crushing fields, the drivers refused to go forward through this poor road condition. We tried to convince them that there were minimal chance of bellying on this road, but their lack of understanding of motor vehicles made us mad. We had no other option but to ride on a couple of empty tractor-trailers going towards Bholaganj. This ride was one of roughest for worst rides for a lot of us. It was hard keeping balance on a vehicle that didn’t have a shock absorber. But they surely took us there much faster! It was almost 1:00PM and we had our bus scheduled at 5:00PM. The tour became very tight indeed. We just thought that if we could ride something like that at the start of the bad road, we could have been there at least half an hour earlier!

    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    guarding the gates of heaven........


    The first glimpse of Bholaganj got us mad! Its brilliant! The Meghalaya hills here are more attractive than that of Jaflong. The place stole our hearts in the first go! The distant hills are so dominating here that whatever we looked at, the blue hills were always part of it. The weather was superb! The skies were brilliant blue above the hills with darkish clouds. But fortunately for us, they were not directly above us. The best part was, there was no rain and we hoped it would stay like that as long as we stayed there.

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    stonescape........01


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    stonescape........02


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    a stony kind of future.........01


    It was a busy place; very busy place. There were thousands of people working there along the whole river bank. And gain, this was right on the border between India and Bangladesh. BDR men were guarding the pillars and constantly reminding us what we needed to do to keep the BSF from accidentally firing upon us! The whole river was full of boats; boats that carried stones from upstream. These stones were, in general, much bigger than the ones we saw at Jaflong. And there were a lot more activity than what we saw at Jaflong. Large stones were carried over and were broken down into several pieces using a manual hammer. Smaller stones are carried by tractor-trailers to crushing units in the back. The whole process requires a lot of manual labour. People of both gender and all ages are engaged in this process.

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    lord of the stones.........01


    From Jaflong to Bholaganj, May 2010

    lord of the stones.........02



    I talked to a stone-breaker, Khurshed Alam and tried to find out something about this place. According to him, stone extraction here started to rise there since 1988. There were lesser activity before that time He’s been breaking stones for more than 10 years and said that there are others there who are more experienced. Around 50 stone-breakers work there, according to him. His work seemed more like a skill than just hard work, which he acknowledged with a wise smile. A stone can require from 1 second to several minutes to break into pieces. I saw his breaking a big stone with three hits only! He acknowledges the hard work he’s doing, but he doesn’t want his two children to go through the same process.

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    stone-faces........01


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    stone-faces........02


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    stone-faces........03


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    a stony kind of future.........02


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    close your eyes to find Him.......01


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    close your eyes to find Him.......02


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    stone-faces........04

    Some of us boarded some boats and went forward. Others waited for them to come back. We were in a bit of hurry by the time we started to board our vehicles. Our vehicles, by this time, came to the shore in search of us. They somehow realised their duty. It was around 3:15PM and we were under pressure to make it to Sylhet on time to catch the bus. The most fortunate part of the whole thing was that our bus was exclusively reserved for us. So, it was not expected to leave without us. We also didn’t have our lunch and no time to do that on the way to Sylhet either! But Shudipto made sure that we wouldn’t reach Dhaka starving. We collected our packet lunches from Sylhet, sometime after 5:00PM and ultimately started off for Dhaka half-an-hour behind schedule, by around 5:30PM.

    Our lunch or whatever you call it, was on board the bus! But the tour was such a success for the clickers and there was no complain from anyone! Everyone was happy to spend one extra hour at Bholaganj than spending one hour at a restaurant! The journey was hectic; so what? It was more than worth the effort. Getting a glimpse of such exclusive places within such a short time was not a matter of joke. It was possible because of Shudipto’s management and the clickers’ wholehearted support!
    Another brilliantly successful TTL safari came to a close as we reached Dhaka. We knew it would be difficult to live a typical life for the next couple of days. But this would be enough fodder for at least one hectic week!

    Thursday, June 12, 2008

    Jaflong & Madhobkunda, August 2006

    Those Mist-covered Mountains......

    04-05 August 2006

    It was too early when I reached Kulaura Railway Junction. Dawn had some way to go. So I waited; waited until it cleared up a little. I started to move around the station and when finally it was clear enough, I brought out my camera.

    Dawn at Kulaura Junction..............01
    Dawn at Kulaura Junction........ 5:19AM

    Dawn at Kulaura Junction..............09

    Dawn at Kulaura Junction..............15

    Dawn at Kulaura Junction..............17
    the structures of the rail station provide the living place for some........... for them anything suffices.......... even an open space under the covered foot-overbridge..........

    I took my breakfast at a nearby restaurant; watched them open their shop actually. Wasted some time in the nearby areas just to make sure that I wasn't too early for Madhobkunda Eco Park. My aim was to reach Madhobkunda by 9:00AM. So, I was already travelling by 8:00AM. I reserved a three-wheeler taxi for the whole return journey. I didn't want to take any chances with the availability of vehicles at the Park.

    Moulvibazar..........07
    On my way to Madhobkunda.........

    Moulvibazar..........05
    A Part of the great Hakaluki Haor wetlands......

    Moulvibazar..........08
    Tea plantations just outside Madhobkunda Eco Park.........

    I was at Madhobkunda by around 9:00AM. It rained quite recently;so, the roads were wet and sometimes muddy. But rain made the place even more beautiful. It was green all around. Nature was at her best. The flow of water by the road reminded of the waterfall nearby. The road actually went along the stream.

    Madhabkunda Eco Park...........01
    The picturesque road through Madhobkunda Eco Park.......

    Madhabkunda Eco Park...........15
    Nature was showing her colours that day..........

    Madhabkunda Eco Park...........03
    The stream at the Park.......

    When I reached Madhobkunda Waterfall, I realised the advantage of reaching a place first. There was nobody there. There was me and nature; none in between. It was rainy season and the fall was at her best. The sound was loud, but cheerful. tiny water droplets covered my face and reminded of the difficulty of photography in this environment. But did I come here to keep my camera confined in my bag? What the heck? It was too grand a subject to ignore. The stones around the place were wet and slippery. I had to be careful. Still I managed to slip and got myself hurt a little, not too seriously though. I was able to treat myself, as I always carry some first aid with me while travelling.

    Madhabkunda Eco Park...........04
    The queen of Madhobkunda..........

    Madhabkunda Eco Park...........20

    There was a concrete tower almost beside the fall. I presume it was there to help people watch the fall from a little bit of height. I wanted to go up that tower. But all my efforts went down the drain. I simply couldn't find the key with anyone there. Somehow the tower has been a show, and nothing more. Anyway, I went to the small restaurant that the park authorities maintain. There was a narrow concrete stair that went up beside the restaurant. When I inquired, they told me that this stair goes right to the top of the hill and the height is good enough to allow a view of Sylhet City, some 50km away. I got interested. I began to climb. But after a while, I realised that it was not possible to achieve this with all my baggage. And the stairs also got a little scary actually. It was almost like going up through a horror movie setting! I decided to come back. Talked to the people at the restaurant once more. They gave me assurance that this hill is climbed by typical tourists everyday. They gave me strength and recommended a climb, even though it may be a little tiring. I gathered strength once again. After having some refreshments, I left my baggage at the restaurant, took a bit of refreshment and my two cameras with me.

    Madhabkunda Eco Park...........05
    The way up........

    Madhabkunda Eco Park...........09
    Steps down from the heavens........

    It was a long walk. I paused at every possible place. But it wasn't ending. My cameras became burdens. They were cutting my neck off! My feet were hardly moving. Then I discovered that a couple of young men, tourists actually, were coming down quickly. They mentioned that they got scared and couldn't climb to the top. I got curious. Why on earth would they get scared? If they were afraid of height, they shouldn't have climbed it in the first place. Actually this was the end of the concrete stairs. I had climbed almost 450 steps. I was tired. Now its the turn of the muddy steps. The restaurant people told me that the last few steps are not paved, but its worth going up. I looked around and found that there was no way I could take a panoramic pic from that place. There were too many trees around. And the trees were so dense that I could hardly see how high that place was.

    Madhabkunda Eco Park...........11
    The second waterfall of Madhobkunda, seen from the top........

    Madhabkunda Eco Park...........19
    A view from the top........ great wetlands of Sylhet can be seen in the distance....

    Anyway, I began to climb again. It was muddy. And it rained last night. So, it was soft. The height of the muddy stairs began to go up. Now I was literally climbing! And now I started to realise why those two guys said they got scared. Because that scare gripped me too! I stopped; I stopped right in the middle of the stairs. Turned back and found out how high that place was. I could see the second waterfall of Madhobkunda that is not visible from all angles. I could see the great wetlands far away. Even though I couldn't get a panoramic shot, my heart allowed my cameras no more than this much. I took some shots from this place and began to go down slowly. It was around 10:15AM. The stairs were not just scary, they got risky after last night's rain. One slip and people could find me at the bottom of the hill!! My climbing at Madhobkunda was finished.

    Moulvibazar..........03
    On the way from Kulaura to Sylhet........ a journey by train

    Moulvibazar..........04

    By around 10:45AM I was on the move once again; going towards Kulaura. I reached there in about an hour. I began look for the alternatives available to me to reach Sylhet. Sylhet is around 50km from Kulaura. The best option seemed available to me at that moment, was the railway. The train to Sylhet leaves Kulaura at 12:30PM. So, I jumped in and began to enjoy the nice views that Sylhet always has to offer.

    Reaching Sylhet I found a goodish hotel and took some rest. I planned to go to Sylhet Eco Park near the airport in the afternoon. I went there in 1997. That memory waived at me once more.

    Sylhet Eco Park is a nice place to spend your afternoon. Not too far from Sylhet City, which adds some advantage to the place. During the previous visit there I saw the airport from hill top. I could see airplanes flying from the airport. But this time around, I found the hill-tops completely covered with trees. The trees were so dense that I could hardly find a place from where I could take a picture of the surrounding place. There was a nice little amusement park for children set up at the bottom of the hills. But I decided to stay on top as long as I was there. I saw the sun going down; going down pretty quickly, in fact. I stayed there almost up to 6:45PM. Then it was time to call it a day.

    I had quite a hectic day. Had a night journey by train and started the day before dawn. Went up the hill and came to Sylhet by train. And then went out in the afternoon once more. I needed rest. I had big plans for the next day. I had to be strong to make the tour a success.

    on the way to Jaflong........02
    rain over tea gardens, on the way to the north-eastern border region of Jaflong.....

    on the way to Jaflong........01
    rain-soaked roads on the way to the north-eastern border region of Jaflong......

    on the way to Jaflong........03
    children running.........

    on the way to Jaflong........04
    stone crushers on the way to Jaflong.......

    The next day, 05 August, I started early. It was raining from the start actually. But I decided not to change my plan. Jaflong is a beautiful place by the Indian border. I went there only once before. But that was way back. The memories needed to be refreshed. I just can't let weather dictate terms here. I boarded a small human hauler and began my journey. It rained for a large part of my journey. But just like Madhobkunda Eco park, the picturesque road to Jaflong was a beauty. While we neared Jaflong, we could see the distant hills of Indian state of Meghalaya. There were quite a few stone crushing plants by the road. Stones were quarried from the Jaflong River and brought here for processing.

    those mist covered mountains............01
    Those mist-covered mountains........

    those mist covered mountains............02

    those mist covered mountains............06
    The beautiful Jaflong River........

    those mist covered mountains............12
    Gravels of the Jaflong River..........

    those mist covered mountains............10
    Boats in the Jaflong River.........

    those mist covered mountains............07
    Rain clearing up over the hills..........

    those mist covered mountains............04
    Right over there is the Indian border........

    those mist covered mountains............08
    Waterfalls along the Meghalaya hills......

    those mist covered mountains............09
    Indian settlements on the Meghalaya hills......

    I reached Jaflong during a drizzle. It was almost noon. At least, it wasn't too much rain! I held my umbrella up, but I also brought out my camera. How could I miss those beautiful clouds hanging over the hills? They reminded me of the song from Dire Straits: "Those most covered mountains are a home now for me.........." It was an amazing sight. The Jaflong River flowed under these rain clouds with the half-blind hills on guard. Winter months never produce sights like these. One has to come here during the rainy season to enjoy the beauty of rain.

    I quietly continued with my photography until around 1:00PM. I had a bus to catch at Sylhet for Dhaka. So, had to leave the place. These amazing hills didn't want me to go. But sadly enough, I had to leave; may be until another time.

    Those mist covered mountains......
    Are a home now for me........
    But my home is the low lands.......
    And it always will be....... (Brothers in Arms: Dire Straits)