Entangled in my own thoughts, I gazed out of the car into the gloomy skies and the desolate valleys of Mizoram. Wandering from one thought to another, a memory of a fifth-grade lesson floods into my mind. The story revolved around a Mizo girl interested in Handloom. Her parents
Legend has it that Kajir Ronghangpi, Daughter of Hok Ronghang was taken to and brought up in the Abode of Gods and Goddesses. On attaining divinity and being blessed with certain divine powers, Kajir Ronghangpi came down to Earth in search of her natural parents and brothers. Kajir Ronghanpi
Brahmaputra flows calmly in the wee hours of the evening, the sun glistening in its waters. Fishing boats and ferries, all return to the bank, as the darkness tightens its hold around the evening skies, marking the end of work for the day. I couldn’t help but be humbled,
I lay there on the rocky peak, my eyes still heavy in the chill morning winds of the hills, and my body refused to give away the warmth of the sleeping bag. After trekking up the hill last night, two hours barely made for enough sleep that day. As
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Sep: Karnataka, Andhra Pradesh