North-East India – the land of elysian culture and verdure, appealing to the emotions as well as the eye, a place with never ending happiness and wads of ethnic groups, cultures, and different tribes. The land also talks about the smell of tea leaves, the view of orphic valleys, the offbeat hills, aesthetically pleasing sight of bonnie damozels working in the fields, the vision of single horned rhinos and cuckoos, betel nut trees n the betel leaves (taamul-paan), chirping of birds, 'moos' of cows, 'maaas' and 'baaas' of goats, ‘quacks’ of ducks, ‘barks’ of dogs, ‘meows’ of cats, ‘cock-a-doodle-doos’ of roosters, clucks of chickens and mirths of beautiful North-eastern filles.
This is the place where men, women and children arise before the sun comes alive. Where kinfolks give a thankful call to God, before they call their nestlings in the mornings. This is my place where my soul dwells in harmony of color, sound, music and peace.