among mountains this is a bridge of the cabels and wood plates. at night people who drink usually sings while crossing out and make walk in dark night and in morning it wakes up as sunlight appears over its rusty cabels, and very slowley it comes out of sleep bed as the clouds start moves to ground as mist. the bridge it knows many stories about the villagers, the kids who go to school in morning and dream to study college at Shillong, the girls who come to bath on river their talks about Love, cloths and Jonas.
please dont run over him it is painfull to him and to you if it fails to hold itself.
