DAILY PHOTO: Overlooking Lungwa, Indo-Burmese Border Village

Taken in April of 2017 at Lungwa in Nagaland

DAILY PHOTO: Praying Mantis on the Gunwale

Taken on the Kameng River crossing to Nameri National Park in Assam

 

Full Disclosure: I know little to nothing about insects. Therefore, it’s possible this bug isn’t in the Praying Mantis family at all. It just had a triangular head with bugged-out eyes and the folded up stabby arms, and I saw some in pics on the internet in which mantises had wings similar to this one.

 

If you know your insects and I’m wrong, please feel free to comment and I will own my mistake and fix it.

DAILY PHOTO: Kids Slung in the Khasi Style

Taken in April of 2017 in Shillong

 

 

DAILY PHOTO: Imphal War Cemetery

Taken on May 5, 2017 in Imphal

 

Japan reached the end of line in its advance to the west in Northeastern India. Both Kohima in Nagaland and Imphal in Manipur have substantial war cemeteries. This is the one in Imphal. The graves are largely English names with crosses or Indian names with Hindi writing, but there are a few others of note. There are several unknown soldier graves, and a fair number of Muslim graves.  There are also laborers who got only one name put on their grave, and–in the case below–the grave of a Chinese soldier.

 

It was a confusing time because many Indians were serving with the British to fight the Japanese, but other Indians were fighting Britain and trying to ally with Japan.

 

 

DAILY PHOTO: Village Churches of Nagaland

Taken in April of 2017 in Nagaland

 

Nagaland feels like a country unto itself. Not like Myanmar (which it’s not.)  But, also not like India (which it is, technically and legally.)  Neighboring  Assam and Manipur feel like India with a Tribal twist, but not Nagaland. It feels Tribal to its core.

 

Among the factors that contributes to this is that almost 90 % (88.1%) of it’s population is Christian. For some reason, the missionaries found this piece of the planet fertile ground. Buddhism has no presence in Nagaland at all, which is one of the things that makes it seem quite different from the SE Asian countries, which it bears a resemblance to in a number of ways (e.g. racially, architecturally, etc.)

 

But religion is just part of it. If you were to go by attire or what music is playing in the cafe (K-pop, US pop, and local music inspired by the aforementioned) one would be more likely to guess one was in Southeast Asia. And if you were to go by cuisine, you’d have no idea where you were. It’s not remotely like Indian cuisine except that the favored snacks are those of Ladakh and Sikkim [i.e. Tibet-esque; momos and noodle soup.] Still, it’s not like SE Asian cuisine excepting that steamed rice is a part of every meal and the pungent smell of fermented yam leaves (anishi) is a smell similar an odor I’ve encountered in Thailand. (But I see no reference yam leaves in Thai cuisine, so I suspect in Thailand its something else that’s fermented to create said smell.)

 

Baptist church of Khonoma

 

Catholic church of Khonoma

 

 

DAILY PHOTO: Seven Sisters Bridge Over the Brahmaputra

Taken in April of 2017 near Tezpur in Assam

DAILY PHOTO: Flowers of Meghalaya

 

Taken in April of 2017 in Meghalaya

 

Baby Pineapple

 

Heart’s Ease

 

 

 


DAILY PHOTO: Ima Market, Imphal

Taken on May 5, 2017 in Imphal, Manipur

Ima Market (a.k.a. Khwairamband Bazar, or “The Women’s Market”) is a sprawling bazaar in the center of Imphal. Here one can purchase: ghost chilies, melons, fish (dried or fresh), bangles, machetes, wicker baskets, incense, and much more all under one roof and sold exclusively by female merchants.

 

 

 

 

DAILY PHOTO: Khonoma Terraces

Taken in May of 2017 in Khonoma, Nagaland

 

 

This is actually Dzuleke Village, the next village down from Khonoma.

POEM: Glimpsing Meghalaya Easter

Girls in their Sunday-go-to-meetin’,

plod along muddy roads–

colorful yet spatter-fearing–

trudging to Easter service

meticulously, yet carefree.

Some wedge their way into Tata Sumos

 to jounce their way to mass.

Master wicker craftsmen

made their Easter baskets.

My Hoosier childhood Easters

featured injection-molded plastic baskets

–pretend woven–

but pressed from a blob of pastel plastic.

Even our grass was plastic–fake grass.

[Same as Christmas tinsel but for color.]

I bet they have real grass, too.

We had access to real grass

but no one wanted it

to touch their jelly bean.

I find so much reality to be alien and off-putting.

And I never learned

whether Meghalayans eat their

 bunnies feet- or ears- first.