The city sells me every apple I could want, and none makes my mouth water like the Thishukthi I once dared my friends to bite. I know it’s a silly thing to ache for. Still, some evenings it’s the only thing I miss.
There was a time in Somdal when December meant more than Christmas. Miles away this year but I still know every route: through childhood paths, lifelong friendships and traditions, and the quiet roads of memory, where the child in me never left.
The hill village of Somdal, Manipur, witnessed a powerful 1923 Christian revival that transformed its people, traditions, and spiritual identity.
In this age when everyone is traveling abroad for vacations, we fail to see the beauty that abounds us in our own place. It is time we look for brilliant answers in raising awareness and accelerate efforts to improve and expand the tourism industry of our region.
Life isn’t always kind. It takes as much as it gives. Standing before my old home, memories overwhelmed me—laughter, loss, love. But in the warmth of glowing lights, I remembered: life breaks, life heals, and life moves forward.
The Shirui Lily, Manipur’s rare pink bloom, flourishes only on the misty Shirui Hills. Sacred to the Tangkhul tribe, it blooms each May, drawing visitors to Ukhrul’s vibrant festival celebrating nature and culture. Discover this unique flower and the breathtaking landscapes that cradle it.