To Shillong the Scotland of east.

There's a place that was warm and full of life in the past . The winter there was cold yet the hearts were warm. All the seasons that passes it's street is sweetly remembered . I often find myself wandering it's litted night in my memory looking for some lost cherished dream. On Revisiting the town recently everything seems to have gone cold . Maybe it's just the memories that makes it warm to remember and it's broken dreams that's cold to revisit . Waiting still for time to take it's course of healing .