Could Sky-dancer Bordoichila Be the Sky’s Powerful Anthem of Love and Awakening to the Earth? (2025)

When the Sky Breathes, Our Souls Listen There’s a moment—just before the rain, just before the wind cries out—when the world falls completely still. The birds hush. The trees stiffen. And in that deep, expectant silence, something ancient stirs in our hearts. That’s when she arrives. Sky-dancer Bordoichila—not just a storm, but a presence. A … Read more

Is the Powerful Bhim Kol the Unsung Hero That Nourishes Not Just the Body, but Also the Heart? (2025)

A Bite of Bhim Kol, A Flood of Feelings: Why This Fruit Tastes Like Home Some fruits fill your stomach.But some—like the Powerful Bhim Kol—fill your soul. The moment I peel back its thick skin, that sweet, earthy scent rises gently… and suddenly, I’m no longer here. I’m a child again, sitting barefoot on a … Read more

Is Magical Gogona Not Just an Instrument, but a Living Song of Our Soul? (2025)

When a Simple Bamboo Awakens the Silent Songs Sleeping Deep Inside Us There’s something beautifully unexpected about how a simple piece of bamboo can awaken emotions we didn’t even know were still inside us. Just a soft twang, a tender vibration—and suddenly, we’re not just hearing music, we’re feeling something deeper, something ancient and pure. … Read more

Why Does the BihuBoom Dhol Speak to the Heart in a Language More Beautiful Than Words? (2025)

When Beats Become Emotions, and Sound Becomes a Soul’s Language Some sounds are not meant just to be heard—they’re meant to be felt. Deep down. In the silence between heartbeats. In the corners of memories we thought we had forgotten. For me, one such sound is the BihuBoom Dhol—a beat that doesn’t just echo in … Read more

Is the Bihuwan Just a Tradition, or Assam’s Graceful Way of Saying ‘You Matter to Me’? (2025)

Can a Simple Cloth Speak Louder Than Words? Some moments in life don’t need words to be remembered—they simply echo in your heart forever. I still remember the serene Rongali Bihu morning when my grandfather, his hands marked by years of hard work, gently draped a freshly woven Bihuwan over my shoulders. His eyes spoke … Read more