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For me life is a journey. A journey which i want to enjoy the most. I was living in a small hill station in India called Shillong. I wanted to visit the Ziro Music Festival in another state of NorthEast India, Arunachal Pradesh. But somehow i missed it that year. Later I realised I can visit the Ziro Valley in Arunachal Pradesh for the annual Myoko Festival, a local one. I love to book last minute tickets and board the train. And I can go anywhere for food and local wines. Finally i was in the Ziro Valley in an old government guest house which was really beautiful. After seeing the horrible roads i never thought of landing in such an amazing place. But, yeah I was there. Myoko Festival is the festival of the indegenous tribes of that region. They do it every year on a rotational basis. Every year one village has to host the festival. The preparation starts well in advance to make and keep stock of dried pork and rice beer. I was a little hesitant to go to the host village or to any house. I was unknown to the place and the people. There lies the beauty of this festival. You can land in any house at any point of the day and they will feed you the tastiest pork meat and rice beer as long as you can. You can juggle between different houses for different kinds of taste. And what can one expect from a person like me who was there only for food. I enjoyed the love and food from number of different houses of different class backgrounds as many as i could have done. For those three days my small belly forgot its limit. The festival is also known for prayers by these indegenous communities to ensure better cultivation, protection of the grains from the outside elements, and the well-being of villagers and livestock. They worship natural forces and all living and non-living elements to do so. This is a festival of sacrifice and purification. Every year in the host village some families will be identified to sacrifice a pig after a long session of prayer and sprinkling rice beer onto the pig. This is mainly done in the early morning time by the married couples of that house. Their homes are open to see any of these rituals for anyone who has come to the village. Oh, what better way one can start the day rather than drinking home made rice beer. The festival is about cherishing long lost camaraderie and reviving friendships. This is about making new friends, new connections. This is about showing the world a new way of life in a world where people have long forgotten the love and care for each other. This is also about an insight into their lives. For one whole month the women of the hosting village work day and night, which was quite indigestible for me. But like they say, all beautiful things in this universe has dark spots to it. They sing, dance, wear new clothes not to let you left out in the crowd. This is to give space to new relationships. Finally my stomach gave up and i came back home with hope, love and new friends. Got home with the tastiest Kiwi wine from the Ziro valley that one can have. I wanted to bring the whole vineyard with me but sadly i could get only few bottles. You have to see it, experience it to understand it. At some point you may have to just close your gender and non- market lens to feel it better. Market has reached to them as well, sadly enough. This is to you my friend Doley and Bobby. Keep doing it and keep letting people like us to make memories for a lifetime.