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A postcard from Shillong (post 27)

Life is really slow in Shillong. It hardly moves, just like the placid waters of the numerous lakes that flank it.
I sketched this morning, when a beautiful antique cupboard caught my eye, at the resort where we are staying. Here's what I painted.



 And I sketched in the evening too.
I would have loved to share that as well but the wi-fi is very slow, and it takes forever to upload. Hence I shall share it when I get back to Bangalore. You can follow my Instagram art handle for more of my illustrations.

We wandered around in Shillong market place today.


In Shillong market

I love exploring new places. I shopped for some local wooden handmade stuff. One thing you see in Shillong is perfectly carved wooden eggs! I bought a set for myself.

We had a lovely, leisurely lunch at beautiful place called Cloud nine, which had large open windows that gave us  breathtaking views of the Khasi Hills. They had a live band as well, and the singer was mellifluous in his rendition of some great classic numbers.

All in all, a excellent, rejuvenating, refreshing, relaxed sunday.

Come back tomorrow, and join me on my travels.
Good night/ Good day :)
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  1. So expressive ma'am...could feel each moment that you lived and shared. Thanks for sharing this ma'am.

    Loads of hugs and love ❤️

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  2. In the lap of nature

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  3. Thats a pretty painting! You are in such a beautiful part of India..enjoy your holidays

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