Fireside Stories in the Wild

Not all stories find their way to paper.Some live in the warmth of firelight, carried in voices that rise and fall like the wind outside.

Deep in Arunachal, inside an Idu Mishmi tribal home, we sat by the hearth — listening. The crackle of wood became a rhythm, the shadows on bamboo walls a canvas.

We heard of ancestors who walked the forests, of rivers that remember every step, of the wild that has always been more than wilderness — it has been kin.

These weren’t just stories to be told. They were meant to be lived, to be felt in silence, to be carried home in the heart.

🌸 This moment unfolds on our Into the Wild Arunachal journey — where the fire carries memory, and the wild itself becomes the storyteller.