Now, imagine the egrets flying against the background of the rainbow, its flight above the green dancing crops and tiny droplets of rain on your body. Soothing right?
Whenever we trek in such interior locations we need to respect the God of Nature, Idu Mishmi Tribal Laws and customs then trekking goes fine.
Memories are rosier than reality, as said. We as human beings often tend to hover around our past. We keep on revisiting and replaying past memories on and off, over and over to keep alive the feel-good vibe.
Tupula Bhat (Sticky rice cooked in koupat i.e. Pyrnium leaf) is generally consumed by the Singpho, Ahom, Mising and Deuri tribes with side dishes Mati Mahor dail (Black Gram Dal), Guti aloo fry (baby potatoes fry), Posolar bhaji (Plantain Stem Stir Fry), Gahori Mangsor Jhul (Pork Curry) etc.
Musing is a poem on the flicker of the human mind and various emotions that one experiences. From love, loneliness, friendship to even death. Musing displays a turmoiled soul.
आज की शाम में कुछ अलग सा लुफ्तफा था- Ibrat is a very casual poem that traces a person’s mind from his failure to his success. It stresses on the fact that people and circumstances not be favorable always.
Sitting on the edge of the cliff with his eyes gazing above on the starry universe, his inner soul gets wet with divine joyous tears just to feel the fact that he is a part of that vast majestic mystic shining existence.
We have so many memories growing up near the Indiana Dunes and are so happy that it has National Park recognition. If you are lucky enough to be in the Chicagoland area, we highly recommend a trip to the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore.
अब और न सह पाऊँगी मैं
क्या तुम्हे दया नहीं आती?
The graceful clouds flowed like water into the valley through the spaces between two high hills. It felt like the clouds fused with the river stream pouring in with tune of the flow of water. The clouds turned the valley into snowy hills, gently covering it like a mother cuddling her child with a good night kiss.
In a forest, away from everyone, hiking the rest of the trail solo was interesting. As I embarked on my solitary trek, I embraced the warmth of Mother Nature by kissing the bark of a tree.
Every time the train would halt at the Dimapur Railway Station during my journeys, my soul would yearn for the distant hills that stood guard at the periphery of Dimapur, the largest city of Nagaland in India. Never did I ever imagine that I would eventually be climbing its highest mountain, the mighty Mount Saramati.
Why does one travel? Is it for the attraction of places or the connection that our soul seeks? The essence of traveling differs based on the varied perspectives of individuals.
সপোনৰ ডেউকা মেলিব বিচাৰো মই
মুকলি আকাশৰ তলত টাকুৰি ঘূৰি নাচিব বিচাৰো মই……
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. This poem is for those friends.
The poem is about about the struggles that a person faces to succeed in his or her life
– ऐसे भी दिन देखे मैंने-
दो पल की खुशियाँ, अकेलापन, बेबसी के,
उन दिनों की बात ही अलग सी थी,