"O jadu...... yalwlwk........kwlwlwk..........! Mwnaile....., kormo lwlwk, khaja risa chamathwi....! Ummm.....Mwchang songdari hatai.... o…!." The Jadukolija, a folk song of the hills and the soul of the dwellers. I saw a lady who may be in her twenties. I kept staring at her for moments. The Jadukolija; a soulful play of the words for her mate. How she recites the poetry was a delight in between words. The tone of the flute was bearing the voice in the symmetry of nature. Exchange of words in playful accord with a male counterpart from the big-hill. I looked for the flute player, and