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Laba quieted, looking down at his calloused hands. "The trees here have deep roots, Julia. If you pull them out, they wither. I am like those trees."

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The morning mist in Ukhrul does not simply rise; it untangles itself from the pine trees like a silk shawl catching on thorns. For Maya, a botanist from the bustling streets of Imphal, this misty highland was supposed to be a place of strict scientific observation. She had secured a research grant to study the Lilium mackliniae —the rare Sirohi Lily—which blooms only on the upper reaches of the Sirohi Peak. What she did not account for was Yumnam, a local forest guide whose knowledge of the hills owed less to textbooks and more to a lifetime of listening to the wind. Laba quieted, looking down at his calloused hands

As they walked, they stumbled upon a quaint little shop selling traditional Manipuri lanterns. The owner, an elderly woman, offered them a beautiful lantern, intricately designed with Manipur's iconic motifs. I am like those trees