My memory took me to the eastern most part of Nagaland, it was such an enriching experience, one that was filled with colours of various tradition and local cuisines of which I had only heard of. With the onset of Christmas and New Year, festivity atmosphere was all around. I had an early memory of the childhood where on the churchyard a lone apple tree stood, unfortunately the tree had no yield, at the back of my mind they are pictures captured, pristine as they are suppose to be.
Now my journey took me to have one more look at the treasure I so fondly embrace, I strolled around giving me sense and life to time which has past long gone, they look the same but those little eyes were so much more mesmerized and time bound, with maturity people get entangled with various engagements to keep pace with the world, and such memories reminds us of our very own self a wondering kid when sorrows were unknown and prompt us not to relinquish to the trivialities present around this mundane world. Some of my journey took me to places where nature and humans are inseparable parts of each other existence where ones sacrifice is the other survival quest, and social as well as moral values are intact with the custom. In the midst of modernization some place locked in time untouched by change of wind where ailments have a remedy, the forest. I met a quack that has far greater knowledge to diseases and its cure, who has been practising for years to treat the locals testing on him first to make sure the herbs are not fatal. This travel gave me insight way of life on a larger magnitude how they continuously battle with nature from experience and sustains life over many generations with knowledge and wisdom passed down from forefathers.
