With one eye slightly closed and the other utterly focused on the cane he is weaving, Chowkim Singpho sits cross-legged, deeply engrossed in his work. A large tool kit and paraphernalia surround him. He is almost in a meditative state, and I already feel apologetic about disturbing him. It’s 9 a.m., and we are in Wagun village near Namsai.










