Beyond the horizon, lies the dream, beyond the dream this reality…
Nestled in the northeast of India and embraced by the seven ranges of hills, lies this place, ‘Manipur’ where nature has been extra generous in its bounty.
So near yet so far!
Gifted the world the game of polo and many a sportsman galore. The Siroy Lily plays in the lap of nature untouched and unaware of the vices of this world. The many orchids beckon and awaits to be explored. It is rightly said that the best flowers are found in the wild.
Clinging to its fragile existence, the Shangai or the brow entlered deer (servus eldi eldi) dances in His glory in the floating islands.
The dances and music echos the rich cultural ethos. The sound of the Mridangam resonates the gales from time immemorial.
I cannot call it God’s own country because He is lonely up there. This is where His myriads of angels play. My land, My home, My roots…
This is where I found my first teacher, my first friend and where a dream was born.