When was the last time
the tinge of rain-soaked earth
mingled with your breath
and you didn’t know which was which?
When a glimpse of the spiraling road
sneaked in through the tunnel of the night,
held you by the forefinger,
and led you through the first crack of dawn?
Grains of thought 
I really love the way you write… I can actually picture every word as I read it…
And the last and only time I actually experienced, what you describe in the poem above was in Shillong in April 2010…
Thanks for taking me back to the memories of the time I spent there… 🙂
Hey Susan, thanks for the appreciation 🙂
I will be heading to the northeast in March. Hope to have an experience like you did.