One among a series on the beautiful tribal hinterlands in Eastern India by Maverickbird. The breathtaking photographs and descriptions of her experiences brought the peoples and the places alive for me. Do read the other pieces in the series on her blog, if you can. It’s enlightening.
The Dunguriya village was tucked away in the heart of Niyamgiri hills and clusters of huts clung to its gentle slopes. Clean, swept dirt alleys lead inside the village and a mini procession of curious villagers followed us. The houses were made of mud, brightly painted with thatch or tin roofs, and were spotlessly clean. Several roofs held reed trays of wild ginger set out to dry, huge mud plastered reed containers held rice inside the rooms and reed baby baskets swung inside the little verandahs. Electricity had reached that village and several homes proudly displayed obtrusive dish TV antennas and shiny motorbikes. Women came out with babies straddled on their hips to smile and wave and they were bejeweled and made up as if going to a party.
Dunguriya women were exceptionally pretty with bold dark eyes, vivacious smiles and elaborate style of dressing. Beaded coral necklaces fell in loops and hollow aluminium…
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