Is it summer yet? I woke up to sounds of rain today. I have to say I love the sound of rain pattering on the roof of another floor above mine. And I would have easily went back to sleep, losing myself in that sound but I couldn't. I just wanted summer. Rain is beautiful when we think about it wistfully and when we're all mushy mushy, but when I need to get out of bed and go to class and need to get excited about what I have lined for the day, it is of not much help.
There is heaps of work to be done today. Some have been done already. And I have to say it's been good so far.
I just realise I have 20 days to go back to Shillong. Somehow it hasn't dawned on me yet. How much of Shillong will have changed? How many of the people that used to be there, will be there? How much of the places and memories will have lasted?
I can't wait to see Tamenglong too. Its dusty roads and the celebrating churches that come alive during Christmas and the traditional drums that resonates throughout the town's hills, enveloped in evening light.
Ben Ning, Creative Practitioner