Although I was frustrated with the near nothingness that turned up when I Googled the word 'Mizoram', I was determined to finally put a face to the name, so to say. Everyone asked me, Why on earth are you trying to go to Mizoram? Nobody goes there. Little did they know that was half the reason my heart was so set on going. So last Christmas, we armed ourselves with Inner Line Permits (ignoring dire warnings of a festive shutdown) and were rewarded with the most magical experience of Mizo warmth and gentility.