Aizawl to Silchar by road. A journey through the canvas of clouds and rain and lush green table top mountains of Mizoram.
A cloudy morning in Aizawl with continuous overnight drizzle and I was waiting in the front sit of the Tata Sumo at the taxi stand to start my journey towards Silchar, Assam. A journey of almost 180 kilometres and 6 hours through the steep table top mountains of Mizoram piercing through clouds and lush green vegetations at the slopes of both ends of the road.
For me, it was a journey through a canvas of fog, clouds and sharp, cold pointed raindrops with astonishing view points, the sleepy, green and clean Mizo towns and villages engulfed with clouds and enormous varieties of vegetations including grape cultivations. The terrains of the hills endowed with rich genetic bio diversity of various plantations creating a spectrum of lush green with the touch of raindrops and reflection of rare sunrays piercing through the clouds, making the deep ravines and valleys heavenly beautiful. After 3 hours of continuous journey we stopped in a road side Mizo hotel and sipped into a hot cup of tea in a rainy afternoon with the astounding view of a snaky blue river flowing through the smoky valley located much beneath the mountains. We quickly completed our lunch with the traditional Mizo thali comprising Dal, Rice, Boiled Vegetables and Chicken curry. After a halt of almost 45 minutes, we started the staggering journey once again. Inbetween, the vehicle stopped in a remote village infront of a vegetable shop where there was no shop keeper. The prices were marked on the vegetables with a box kept aside for the deposit of money. All passengers made quick purchases of the necessary fresh vegetables and dropped their payments inside the box. For me it was like discovering a surprising lost kingdom.of trust and faith far away from home and in a remote world where perhaps the rare faith on each other still exists.
Few journeys inspite of hectic by nature, remains memorable for ever. The six hours adventure of Aizawl to Silchar was one such journey through the land of a scripted fairy tale perhaps which I will recall till my last breath. I have travelled to many hill stations. But I have rarely seen such a beautiful blend of green and blue with fog, clouds and rain deluging your mind with pieces of nostalgia. By the time we reached Silchar, it was 3 pm in the evening. But my hangover of the journey was not yet over. I was still finding myself in the flabbergasted hidden green valleys discerning through the blue mountain ranges of Mizoram with the gushing rivers with sprinkling waves flowing through the beautiful sleepy Mizo villages veiled in clouds and rain.
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I was sharing the front sit of the car with 2 more passengers excluding the driver. There were 5 passengers in the middle sit of the Sumo and another 5 passengers in the last sit. So including driver, there were 14 persons inside the vehicle loaded with the baggages and cattles at the roof of the vehicle. The journey started at 7 am with the Tata Sumo tilted towards right due to sloppy mountaineous road and weight of the passengers, luggages and cattles. I was ready with the mobile camera at the front sit and started clicking snaps of the beautiful roads and blue and green mountains through the rain dripped windshield of the vehicle. I was not willing to miss a single moment of this dangerous, yet beautiful breathtaking adventure for the next six hours.
With 14 passengers, the sumo was moving continuously at a speed of 60 to 70 kms per hour through the slippery and broken roads at some places, but with spectacular scenic beauty of green and blue mountains with valleys and hidden rivers in the forests. During most part of the journey, we had to travel through swerving roads with steep slopes at both ends. A littlebit here and there and our bodies will be found either in Bangladesh or Myanmar. I was scared and trying to get rid of my fear with a fake smile on my face quiet often. There were lots of sharp hair pin bends where the roads seemed to be tilted towards the slope of the mountains and I closed my eyes and never dared to look towards the steep slopes and prayed to almighty so that we can get past the locations as fast as possible. One unique aspect was that there was no car honking and every car or vehicle would make way for the other vehicle.
For me, it was a journey through a canvas of fog, clouds and sharp, cold pointed raindrops with astonishing view points, the sleepy, green and clean Mizo towns and villages engulfed with clouds and enormous varieties of vegetations including grape cultivations. The terrains of the hills endowed with rich genetic bio diversity of various plantations creating a spectrum of lush green with the touch of raindrops and reflection of rare sunrays piercing through the clouds, making the deep ravines and valleys heavenly beautiful. After 3 hours of continuous journey we stopped in a road side Mizo hotel and sipped into a hot cup of tea in a rainy afternoon with the astounding view of a snaky blue river flowing through the smoky valley located much beneath the mountains. We quickly completed our lunch with the traditional Mizo thali comprising Dal, Rice, Boiled Vegetables and Chicken curry. After a halt of almost 45 minutes, we started the staggering journey once again. Inbetween, the vehicle stopped in a remote village infront of a vegetable shop where there was no shop keeper. The prices were marked on the vegetables with a box kept aside for the deposit of money. All passengers made quick purchases of the necessary fresh vegetables and dropped their payments inside the box. For me it was like discovering a surprising lost kingdom.of trust and faith far away from home and in a remote world where perhaps the rare faith on each other still exists.
Few journeys inspite of hectic by nature, remains memorable for ever. The six hours adventure of Aizawl to Silchar was one such journey through the land of a scripted fairy tale perhaps which I will recall till my last breath. I have travelled to many hill stations. But I have rarely seen such a beautiful blend of green and blue with fog, clouds and rain deluging your mind with pieces of nostalgia. By the time we reached Silchar, it was 3 pm in the evening. But my hangover of the journey was not yet over. I was still finding myself in the flabbergasted hidden green valleys discerning through the blue mountain ranges of Mizoram with the gushing rivers with sprinkling waves flowing through the beautiful sleepy Mizo villages veiled in clouds and rain.
If you like my blogs and writings, then please visit Straight Forward Joyjit for more such articles. You can contact me at 9831137124 incase you want to discuss about the most breathtaking journeys in the world over a cup of coffee.
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