It shakes, not just from the force of your feet striding along the pathway, but also from the winds that blow across the boisterous stream. You’re tempted to look down, but then a sense of fear grips your heart. Bridges do collapse, even the ones that are made more resourcefully using modern machineries; so trusting in the footsteps of my local guide, David, over this perilous bridge was either lunacy or an act of self-liberation.
These bridges are the basic skeletal structures that would one day (after a couple hundred years) transform into sturdy living root bridges. One may ask, how? Well, the Khasi people of this village are endowed with a special engineering skill—by carefully snaking the climbing roots of tress around these basic structures, they allow the roots to grow. The roots grow along these structures for decades and eventually…
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