It feels wrong to write about just one state when I think of the beautiful Northeast. Seven sisters, plus Sikkim (the brother), all so different yet tied together by this wild, green charm, it’s too beautiful to pick favourites. Growing up in Assam, I never really saw it that way. Back then, it was just home. I was a kid, running around the same streets, thinking it was no different from anywhere else on Earth. Maybe I didn’t look hard enough. Maybe I got bored with the same old tea gardens and rainy days. Or maybe, it’s true what they say, “You don’t know how special something is until it’s out of reach”.