Effervescence of the first trip lingered on. Fairytales from the grand old folks in my village were studded with mighty mountains; brave, yet humble people resided in houses perched on the top of those mountains. Pictured, yet forever eluding.
Through those treacherous roads, in two Tata Sumos, we set out. School kids we were, not even pushing 14, when our school principal decided to take us to see Arunachal Pradesh in all its glory. There was no going back on the spell it cast and the mighty mountains have haunted me ever since. I went again with my family when I was 16. Now I had the chance of reliving the route and visiting my Disneyland.