Every Life is a Tapestry.

Threads of memory, growth, and becoming — woven into words.

Category: travel

  • The Yumyum Kitchen

    The authentic local cuisine I experienced years ago was undoubtedly the best I have ever had. This came after almost a year of posting in the outskirts of the state, where accessing daily necessities was a challenge, let alone finding cafes, restaurants, or even decent hotels. After such a long and exhausting period, dining out and enjoying a good meal was truly a pleasure.

    My friend (who is like a sister to me) and I decided to explore nearby restaurants/ cafes or kitchens after discovering one on Instagram. It was a cozy yet authentic eatery offering both traditional local dishes and Westernized versions of regional cuisine. Upon entering, we were greeted with warm hospitality, despite our casual attire.

    We ordered with a mix of skepticism and excitement. When the food arrived and we began to Savor it, we were overjoyed—it was perfectly to our taste, prompting us to order another round. Unlike the sophisticated, high-end restaurants or hotels found in metropolitan areas, this was a charming, homestyle restaurant reminiscent of a mother’s kitchen, serving food straight from the pot. 

    We enjoyed a local-style chicken broth or stew (I called it) with sesame seeds and pork cooked with regional chili powder unique to the community. Although the dishes might seem simple, they require much patience and care, as they are simmered over low heat for hours. The meals were enhanced with local herbs and spices that tantalized our taste buds with their aromatic scent. We also had a bowl of King chili chutney with Ngari (fermented fish native to our home state), boiled vegetables with a pinch of salt, a bottle of Lager for her, and a soda for me.

    It was an incredibly satisfying brunch after what felt like an eternity. We longed to return to this place and became regular customers whenever we were in town.

    Yumyum Tangkhul Kitchen If you ever are in my town do visit them.

  • Drifted in indecision

    When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

    During those years, my aspirations were shrouded in a veil of uncertainty. Rather than harboring a concrete career goal, my fascination lay in the attire itself, the uniformity that symbolized purpose and belonging. I found myself enamored with the dignified presence of those clad in uniforms, be they men or women. Yet, amidst the clamor of societal expectations, I found myself echoing the sentiments of the crowd, without a firm grasp on my own desires. In essence, I drifted in indecision, yearning for clarity amidst the tumult of conformity.

  • Failure the toughest teacher

    How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

    The saying goes, “Failure is the stepping stone to success,” but I seem to have encountered numerous stepping stones without achieving success in life. The stepping stones aren’t really significant, maybe lol. I hope to take a more substantial leap towards the success I am seeking very soon.

  • Journey demanding millions in patience and determination…

    You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

    In crafting the opening line of my autobiography, I would aptly express, “Embarking on a journey demanding millions in patience and determination, characterized by unending toils and trials.” This would definitely be my opening remarks.

  • Amazing people helped me to be a unique version of ME.

    What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

    That experience ( I’d prefer not to say) almost led me astray, making me doubt myself and question my worth. In those moments, I found myself belittling not only my capabilities but also becoming toxic to those around me. It’s challenging to fathom how a strong-headed woman can transform into such a person within a year. Nevertheless, I am grateful for the loved ones who provided space, allowed me to grow, prayed for me, and guided me towards becoming a better version of myself through those life experiences. I owe it all to Jesus for placing such wonderful and amazing people in my life. I am actively working on becoming a better version of myself.

  • Do fate or destiny exist?

    Do you believe in fate/destiny?

    I don’t have much belief in the concept, perhaps because I haven’t had any personal experiences that can be called fate or destiny. Or maybe I am somewhat ignorant to realize it. Nonetheless, I have very little belief in this theory, so I dismiss it.

  • What advice would you give to your teenage self?

    Dear myself

    I write to you with utmost ardor, expressing my joy that you handled the experiences well. It’s also absolutely fine to score ZERO in Math and receive punishment for the same. It’s okay to admit your failure, take up the courage to face challenges, and tackle more difficult papers. They’re not truly challenging if you analyze them properly. So, don’t limit yourself to your comfort zone but go beyond limits, as the sky is the limit.

  • What was my favourite drink in the past?

    What is your favorite drink?

    My favorite drink could be a mango shake. I am not as fond of drinks as I used to be in the past, where I was crazy about a soft drink from a cola company. I would consume it instead of water and could go without eating food. However, over the years, I have shifted towards healthier drinks. Coffee is something I seldom drink, and fermented fruit juices are drinks I indulge in once in a blue moon.

  • Who are the Favorite people in the list?

    Who are your favorite people to be around?

    Parents and siblings are those I can never do without. I love having them around and spending 90% of my life with them. Then come my friends, who are strangely weird in their own way. I am grateful that they are always with me. Additionally, I love having kids around—not my own, but those in my neighborhood or school. I enjoy spending time with them and embracing life together.

  • I Mistakenly carried a crochet Kit in my check-on bag at the airport

    Daily writing prompt
    Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?

    Hmm… Break a law? What exactly is the LAW we are referring to here? Are we talking about judicial law, school rules, or perhaps Mom’s law? Hehe… if it’s Mom’s law, then I have unintentionally or intentionally broken many of them. But the repercussions were not really pleasant. Well, you know how typical Indian moms are, right? Most of the time, it was not responding to her calls abruptly, especially in the early morning hours because my sleep always won over my sanity. And for that, I received a load of lectures that made my ears bleed. Haha, jokes apart, I have so far not gone against the law for any reasons. I am a law-abiding citizen, you know. Oh oh… wait, recently I carried a crochet kit in my carry-on bag, and it was confiscated by airport security. It was purely unintentional. I misjudged the criteria; I thought I had it in my checked baggage. So that was unintentional, and I meant no harm.