A Journey to Tizit – A Quiet Escape into the Soul of Nagaland

 

I had to get a massage and, as advised by Ani, I decided to venture out towards the quiet village of Tizit. Tucked inside the lush borders of Nagaland’s Mon district, it felt less like travel and more like slipping into a forgotten chapter of nature.

Tizit isn’t a place that screams for attention – it whispers, and if you are patient enough, it reveals its poetry in reflections on still water, the crunch of gravel roads, and the warm nods of people going about their day.

The First Glimpse – Still Waters and Tall Trees

The first sight that greeted me was a golden evening settling over a mirror-like waterbody. Tall, slender trees stood like guardians, their shadows melting perfectly into the lake below. The silence was profound – the kind where even your breathing seems loud.

The calmness of this scene set the tone for Tizit: unhurried, undisturbed, unfiltered.

Sunset Over the Village – Where Nature Meets the Modern World

As I moved along, the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the village pond. A lone telecommunications tower stood in the corner, a reminder that even the quietest corners of Nagaland are connected to the wider world.

The reflection of the bamboo groves and homes in the water created a dreamy frame, as if time itself had paused to admire the beauty.


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A Quaint Resort by the Water – Red Boats and a Gentle Breeze

A pleasant surprise awaited me on the outskirts of the village – a small, picturesque resort overlooking a peaceful stream. Red boats rested by the bank, adding a charming pop of colour to the earthy greens and browns of rural Nagaland.

The landscaped garden, the stone pathways, and the quiet lap of water against the shore made it a perfect spot to pause, breathe, and absorb Tizit’s tranquillity.

The Dusty Village Road – A Path That Feels Like Stories

As I drove deeper into Tizit, I realised that the road was pretty dusty and most of it was dirt track. The car vibrated like hell as we moved towards our destination. The distance from Mon village can be covered in a little over two hours, but one has to navigate treacherous, dusty and muddy roads to get to the place.

The view as we moved along was breathtaking – village huts, banana trees, chickens and goats loitering around the road, and lazy tribals carrying wood, moving around with their axes and blades held aloft. Mist, stirred up by the evening breeze, clung low to the ground. In the distance, the blue silhouettes of Nagaland’s hills framed the horizon.

This road felt like a symbol – the transition from the known to the undiscovered.

The Heartbeat of Tizit – Tea Gardens and Their People

One of Tizit’s most beautiful elements is its tea gardens, stretching in neat green waves across the land. I walked into a plantation just as the sun cast its final golden glow on the workers.

Women and men carrying cloth sacks plucked fresh leaves with a graceful rhythm – a daily dance that fuels the tea economy of the region. Their smiles were warm, their eyes curious yet welcoming, and their stories simple yet profound.

Tizit – A Place That Stays With You

I got a fabulous ninety–minute massage at the resort for ₹5,800. Most importantly, the sprain in my foot healed quite a bit after the long massage.

Tizit is not your typical tourist destination. It doesn’t entertain you – it embraces you. It offers a gentle reminder of what life feels like when nature and people live in harmony.

From the placid reflections on the ponds to the soft rustle of tea leaves, from the earthy roads to the crimson evenings – my journey to Tizit became a meditation in motion.

If you are searching for a place to slow you down so that you can just breathe, then this is it.

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