Hands that Keep Traditions Alive
Tradition isn’t written — it’s practiced, hand to hand.
In a hidden village of Arunachal, a meal isn’t just caught — it’s remembered.
The pond becomes a mirror of the past, and the hands that reach into it are the same that once learned from elders by firelight.
Every catch is more than food. It is continuity. A thread between yesterday and today, woven quietly in water, silence, and patience.
Here, tradition doesn’t sit in books. It lives in hands, in gestures, in the way a community feeds itself and honors the land.
Would you let such hands teach you the rhythm of their world?
🌸 This moment unfolds on our Into the Wild Arunachal journey — where tradition lives in the everyday, and the act of sustenance becomes a story of belonging.
