Posted in Agartala, Backpacking, Heritage, QuillSe, Travel Stories

Agartala’s Artisanal Treasure Trove – Lovely And Fitbird

Agartala-The Heart of Tripura

On my travels, Agartala, Tripura’s capital, was the most unexpected place I visited. It feels like eons ago when we all didn’t have masks as our constant companions. I was on assignment to assist with a story-telling workshop at NSD (National School of Drama). Agartala is a city bustling with activity. It is located on the banks of the Haora River, near the Bangladesh border. Since I happened to be there in February, the weather was cool and pleasant.

After a busy week of workshops, Exploring the city and its outskirts was possible with limited time at hand. The hustle-bustle of the metro city hasn’t choked this place yet. Therefore, it was easy to cover most parts by walk or a short ride.

Finding Fitbird

Like any other new place, I visited the marketplace and found myself checking out clothes. Amidst many shops was this quaint, neat, cute, small store with a colorful traditional artisanal creation called FitBird – A resource of Art & Humanities. The staff in the shop couldn’t converse in Hindi or English, and since I was window shopping, I popped in and popped out in a jiffy.

As I waited for others to finish shopping, a very smartly dressed woman in traditional wear passed me. Our eyes met, and we exchanged smiles. And I noticed her going into a particular shop… the neat, cute one, and I noticed her talking to staff in an owner-like demeanor.

I went back in; she was indeed the store owner, and now I started exploring the shop to understand what each item was, and I fell in love with a particular piece. A traditional red wraparound called “Rignai” is worn by the women of Tripura. Such a bright outlook on the prosperity of the region and women.

I was so smitten by that piece of fabric and the owner that I pestered her to give me that piece as a barter gift without taking any money. I was experimenting with finding kindness, and besides that, I was low on cash too! Just to tip the balance in my favor, I threw in a date with the owner to a place of her choice in Tripura for an exchange of my travel stories and to get to know each other more. She was kind to accept, and her name was Lovely.

Meeting Lovely

The date of the conversations just opened up so much more about her. She had foundational experience at Hindustan Lever and was involved in promoting women’s entrepreneurship journey for the women in Tripura. And furthermore, all the pieces she sold were handwoven or handmade precious pieces by the tribal women. The business was, therefore, an outlet for cooperative and collaborative efforts, enabling the tribal economy. She was an ecologically and economically conscious human being, making an impact in the most unlikely of places in India.

Fitbird is a venture that should be on everyone’s must-visit list while in Tripura. It is located in a crowded marketplace. You could miss it, but it is a treasure trove of priceless work, worth a little search and treasure hunting. Check them out on www.fitbird.in and follow them on their social media handles – Facebook

And of course, Lovely and her staff are some of the kindest people to meet.

Posted in Diversity, Inclusive, Love Stories

Dil Se Anaahat

Anaahat is described mystically as the sweet sound of the heart.It was a popular thought and a philosophy that received a lot of attention during the Middle Ages. ‘Dil Se Anaahat’ is a letter to acknowledge and express my love to Anaahat, who has been a witness to all my stories and everything else to date.


Dear Anahaat,

You have spent more than 42 years inside me, but I haven’t spent as much time with you as I should have. I realise I have taken you for granted and I want to take a moment to tell you, what you mean to me. What an awesome backpacker you have been through all these years and more so in the last 3 years of my life.

You’ve carried all of my weight and carried me along without a murmur. The power you’ve kept generating and that pump you work on has kept me alive. You have been my leader in experiencing life. Everything on the spectrum. I have heard you race and be calm. I have clutched at you-aching.

Your unwavering support

Everything that my body experiences: excitement, joy, sadness, love, lust, anger, greed, jealousy, doubt, guilt, shame, angst, affects you deeply. Even then, you have never held me back from experiences, risks, or the unknowns in store for me. You have nudged me subtly, maybe even complained a little when I made the wrong choices, but have always been there, unfailingly.

Perhaps my life would have turned out differently if I had listened to you, but would it have been as interesting as it is now? I am not sure.

On my journey of love, Anaahat, you rode on my sleeves, fearlessly. You made me powerful enough to trust and to be trusted. You have run wild with me in pursuit of love. I have felt you skipping a beat every time I crushed and squished on someone. Every time I broke, or failed, you just coped. You were aware of my hidden regrets and told me “this too shall pass”. You got me trying again.

How do you do it?

I want to sincerely ask you: Do you ever feel bored pumping day in and day out? How do you keep yourself motivated? How can you not complain? And they say that the heart is just a muscle. Such a mundane understanding!

Hats off to you for your strength, memory, consistency, tenacity, and for sailing through the test of time.

According to science, friction is essential to making sounds. But you are an exception. The beat you play needs no friction. 

The Music you Make

Seven notes have to be synchronised and in rhythm to sound ecstatic. The rhythm and beats of my journey, all the music in me, found its genesis because of you. Your beats were the first rhythm I heard. People love me singing. They say I sing from my heart. It must be true, as I sing to you and for you.

I don’t know what I would have done without you. I would not have known life or what it feels like to be alive, let alone being six feet under. I owe you everything. I feel fresh and energetic because you strive every day to make the blood flow. You clean up the mess. You make me sing, write, speak, love, and fight with all my passion, so much so that my brain can’t function in your absence.

Have I worn you out? I sincerely hope not. We still have miles to go, places to see and people to love. I need you by my side. You have bruises, holes, scratches, and tears from everything I have put you through over the years. Are you ugly or broken? Not at all.

you are a star

Trust me, dear friend, you wouldn’t have been beautiful without those impressions and experiences. Even without being painted in gold, you shine and glitter. You are “Kinstugi.” As mysterious as you are, you are valuable to me. Hopefully, one day you will be valuable to someone else too.

Stay alive and kicking. Thank you for all you have done for me. I am in great debt to you. I love you.

Skipping a beat, I say, “You are me and I am you.”

Take care of yourself.

Stay Safe.

Love, 

Me


I invite you to write your own letter of love in acknowledgment of your heart. If you heart permits, then share in the comments section.


My sincere thanks to Soumya R Srinivasan for her thought-provoking, story telling sessions based on the book “Body Eloquence”. This book gives us a perspective on our behaviours in association with different body parts. Acknowledging the heart was one such element of being in gratitude and self-love and the inspiration behind this post. Check out Soumya’s blog for some interesting read here. You can find the book- Body Eloquence on Amazon.