“Ooh, that’s such a fairytale setting”, I exclaimed as the car came down the turn on the Bomdila-Dirang highway. I was looking at the faraway lights over the horizon glittering
We were walking down a village called Gori 2 in Basar. Spotless, organised, perched on a hillock in the midst of lots of bamboos, a river flowing at the bottom
The Basar Confluence made us selfish. In the course of its three days, we experienced a beautiful perfection. It took possession of our hearts. So much so, that we wanted