Stories Hung, Not Written
In the heart of Arunachal, the past doesn’t fade — it hangs in horn and lingers in smoke.
Inside a Mishmi tribal home, history isn’t kept in books.
It’s suspended in the air, heavy with the scent of firewood and old stories.
Buffalo horns line the walls like a silent archive. A bamboo hearth breathes out slow curls of smoke, carrying whispers of hunts, feasts, and the lives once lived beneath this roof. There’s no ink here, no pages to turn — only bone, ash, and the quiet weight of memory.
This is not a place that remembers the wild.
This is a place that is the wild.
Would you listen if the walls could speak?
🔥 This moment unfolded on our Into the Wild Arunachal journey — an intimate walk into the kitchens, stories, and soul of the Mishmi highlands.
