In the Mon district of Nagaland, tea growing is both survival and structure.

Each morning, families walk into the fields with baskets strapped to their backs. The days are long, and the work is repetitive — but in its repetition lies a kind of order. A kind of quiet.

There is no romanticism here — just people doing what needs to be done. Picking leaves. Walking the same muddy paths. Returning before the rains come.

This photo series documents the in-between: the pauses, the routines, the dignity in labor. It’s not about tea as product, but tea as landscape — as part of life.