I travelled to Nagaland in April. And yes, it is not the month preferred for traveling. For most, travelling in Nagaland is synonymous with attending Hornbill Festival near the state capital Kohima in the month of December. I think I will need a completely new post to discuss and explain why I chose to skip the Hornbill Festival, instead chose to visit the state and look for realities beyond it. For now, please enjoy these pictures. They speak for themselves. The Nagas are in love with flowers and plants. Not only do they keep their houses extremely neat and clean, they take extra measures to ensure extremely tidy villages and localities. Everywhere I turned I could see potted plants- be it the rooftops, galleries or entrance of houses, shops or commercial establishments.
Nagaland: A Photo Essay
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