I am writing this note from Nikhekhu village which is about an hour ride from Dimapur, towards the city outskirts. The ride is an escape from the madding crowd and city rustle-bustle and the acrid smell of dust and smoke.
It's about half an hour ride from 4th mile, besides the constant meeting of speed breakers, everything about the road is escape, escape from the seemingly living and fighting world. The journey which trails through the soft green meadows, fresh green sweet smelling rice fields, tea gardens with a sudden sight of women dressed in colorful outfits plucking tea leaves inside their baskets, the wind across your face and the honeyed sun rays...it simply takes you to the world of escaping. Escaping from the world, escaping from you fears, from responsibilities, and towards a world of nothingness but a world filled with green and life!
