When the Tribe Speaks in Rhythm
Where words fall silent, rhythm begins — and the hills start to speak.
This is how the tribe speaks — not in words, but in rhythm. In the echo of drums that roll through the hills, in chants that rise like smoke, in feet that remember the earth better than we ever could.
The dance isn’t performed — it’s lived. Each movement carries memory, each beat a story that’s older than time itself. You feel it in the soil, in the air, in the shared heartbeat of a people who still move with the land, not above it.
Here, tradition isn’t history — it’s breath. It’s the pulse that keeps Nagaland alive — steady, ancient, and impossibly present.
🥁 This moment unfolds on our Wilderness & Tribes Nagaland journey — where the tribe doesn’t speak in words, but in rhythm — and every beat carries the pulse of the hills. 🌿
