Mechuka and Anini feel like places India quietly kept to itself. Mechuka sits wide and open, where wooden homes, old monasteries, and the Siyom River slow life down to a gentler pace – days feel longer there, in a good way. Anini, on the other hand, is raw and dramatic, tucked deep in Dibang Valley, where clouds move faster than people and roads feel like a reward you earn. One is calm and grounding, the other wild and humbling – and together they remind you that some journeys aren’t about ticking destinations, but about standing somewhere so untouched it slightly rearranges how you look at the world.