Editor,
Returning to Tura after two decades felt like stepping into a cherished memory. I had the pleasure of visiting this enchanting place twice during my teenage years when my uncle served as a government official there. Back then, we navigated narrow roads, the population was modest, and the warmth of the locals left an indelible mark on my heart. This winter, however, Tura has transformed into a vibrant hub, revealing delightful surprises I hadn’t anticipated! Chandmary, in particular, has come alive, featuring a beautifully architected canopy stadium beside an artificial turf playground. The wider roads and bustling markets felt surreal; it was a joy to see shops still open at night, with families enjoying the playground—it was as if I was rediscovering a piece of home.
One of the highlights of my trip was visiting the PA Sangma Stadium, which evoked memories of the grand structures in Delhi. The picturesque stroll from Chandmary to the Tetenkol junction was a delight, with significantly wider roads marking a welcome departure from the narrow pathways without footpaths of the past. I savoured some delectable momos near the stadium, yet I found myself pondering the absence of local traditional delicacies. I noticed many fancy restaurants that didn’t serve Garo cuisine, which was truly disappointing. Moreover, I am puzzled why the authorities allow small roadside stalls to clutter the already narrow streets; it poses a danger to both pedestrians and drivers. Imagine how splendid it would be if those stalls were replaced by proper shops! Such a change would enhance Tura’s aesthetic appeal and make it more inviting for everyone.
That said, I must candidly advise visitors to steer clear of the Main Bazar area. It felt overwhelmingly chaotic, and the Tura Super Market was so cramped that moving about felt almost claustrophobic. The town could certainly benefit from more open spaces where people could gather and converse! Crowding everyone into tight spots diminishes the charm of an area that once thrived on its community ambiance.
The natural beauty of Gandrak Falls in the morning was another highlight that left me spellbound. Watching gibbons swing gracefully through the trees while their haunting cries echoed around me forged a profound connection to the wilderness. I can only hope the government is taking significant measures to safeguard these amiable creatures and their habitats.
I sought to bring home some souvenirs as keepsakes from my visit but was taken aback by the lack of official shops from the Municipality or Tourism department. I did manage to procure a lovely dakmanda from the Tura market, a Garo traditional ladies’ wrap-around, though it was a bit pricey for a gift. I sincerely hope my next visit will feature official shops offering a wider selection of beautiful souvenirs that truly encapsulate the essence of Tura.
There is an urgent need for more public toilets and dustbins along the roadsides, as well as improved street lighting. As for DC’s Park—it’s disheartening that its charm has faded. I wonder where the deer have been relocated; their presence once significantly enriched the landscape, reminding us of the tranquil hills. Furthermore, the rampant water leaks detract from the town’s natural beauty.
I cannot forget the breathtaking views of Darechikgre, some distance away from Tura, a winter orange paradise—truly a gem! Pelga Falls, too, is an enchanting sight not to be overlooked. The Cenotaph, a tribute to the Garo labourers who journeyed into World War II, is in dire need of attention; it is currently marred by litter and discarded beer bottles. I pay my respects to those who sacrificed so much.
The stunning Baptist Church, nestled in the Mission Compound, is a sight to behold, particularly with the two banyan trees whose branches entwine together, providing an awe-inspiring view that leaves every tourist spellbound. This serene setting, with its tranquil ambiance, continues to evoke a sense of peace and connection to nature. However, I cannot help but feel disheartened by the state of Tura Bazar, where unsightly plastic-lined stalls clutter the roads. I truly hope for a reorganization of these market spaces, allowing us to preserve the centuries-old banyan trees while better caring for our environment. Tura should also consider planting more flowers along the roadsides.
With all these transformations, it would be wonderful to witness Tura shine even brighter—a place where nature and community coexist harmoniously. The entwined banyan tree at the entrance to the Tura Baptist Church at the Mission Compound beautifully embodies that vision.
Bhavna Sharma
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