SHILLONG, India -- I froze. My heart skipped a beat, and my head spun wildly. It was as if my soul had left my body when I stepped onto a 150-meter bamboo skywalk perched on a mountain ridge. Dizzy, I glanced down at the steep valley below, where a river cut through like a cavernous scar. It seemed to beckon to me.
"Will you be joining the list of people who have perished in this land of warriors before?" I asked myself fearfully.
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