Have you ever imagined a valley around sky high green mountains... where summers be like.. fresh air breezing around...
Yes this is exactly how the Nirunjuli is .. a small town in the land of Dawn-Lit Mountains. People here mostly trace their origin to Tibeto-burman community and the only obvious thing i can say about them is... they are polar.. either they love you accept you and allow you in their heart or they just consider you from a different tribe and keep a "dao (local word for sharp big knife) on you".. :P
A usual "Nyishi"at work carrying "Dao"
Well as i grew up my life i'd assume much like yours, has been anything but tidy...
We used to shift in every 3-4 year, And hence I got chances to start over more than once, so i tried experimenting with everything since i considered all is temporary. Ain't this exactly what all of us wants ? :P we all want to experiment with new things and leave old things with time as they get messy with time.., we all crave new beginnings...
Home for me was not a walled cage with doors and windows but it was "us".. the people i was living with and the feeling of being with my owns.. when i wanted a private space I never went to a four walled cemented closet with your favorite curtains on it.. my solitude was in laying head on my mom's lap and pour my heart out..and there I grew, I grew from lass to a dame.
Neah...this ain't as shiny as it sounds.. gloomy part to it is when i see two friends who've shared their crayons in playgroup who've solved jigsaw puzzle in a team who've shared the same football team in high school who've shared there teacher crush in primary classes whose fight started with not sharing food in playgroup to crush over same girl in graduation, who know every detail of the people living in surrounding since they have been living in the same woods from the time they were born. where I was not certain about sharing next winter with same people. When i have to ask a person and know his favorite color or food choice the other people have stories behind how they know these kinda info. Well then this is slightly sad part of the happy tale
Here's a lyrical terse of it:
Faces might change but not hearts, Culture might change and so the art..
Adore the love and warmth you get..as it stays there forever..you be close or apart !! :) :) :P
😜 Congratulations ! You just survived a doggerel !
Hehe well moving forward.. now the jejune had to face the phantom world, true are the words from a wise man who quoted "you always remember the weirdest things life has shown"
Suneev chutiya.. that's the name of my school captain in Arunachal. Sounds funny?? yeah.. couldn't help laughing myself too :P but then yeah irony strikes you even more when you try to run away :( so the li'll chutiya brother was in my own class.. i mean seriously !!
Okay now keeping the blog uncensored and moving further... school and local kids were not very welcoming so they started putting their caucuses and indubitably I was leery enough to stand against... broke my leg thrice but then again after the darkest night rises the bright sun, so i got huge come out 😜 got support from senior gangs of school as they were friends and class fellows to my elder sis.. :P:P somewhere she's of some use to me, enough to call her Di for lifetime now :P
Next few things I remember are accepting a race challenge from some guy and winning it to the fence of school boundary :P, slapping Alexandra and almost getting suspended for it :P , a random girl in class :P, winning junior math olympiad 😈 loosing all of my dignity in some stupid fancy dress competition where my creative mom and sister made me a fairy carrying a magic wand :| I mean when i see the pic back even i can't recall myself 
Next thing which i can recall is I got fracture in my right ankle while giving a groovy turn to a loser after winning a challenge, which was to slip down a slide standing on one leg with no support, i know as stupid as it sounds
No i din't quit there, with this fracture i went to my history final exam and since i was not a fan of history so obviously was sneaking on other's sheet on one leg and somehow passed the exam too
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Then... the time came to uproot the countrified reign ! 😭 Memories were carved, friends were made... And then we moved from the eastern edge of India to its western edge..
This time to the middle of Thar Dessert 
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This time to the middle of Thar Dessert 
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City of 'Rao Bika' have lot of stories which'll be shared soon ;-P
"" Embrace your life, its your story..modify..redraft..improve..revise it often ;-) ""

