One day, almost upon return to his home in the Neyphu Valley, one of the well-known farmers took a rest before embarking on the last day of walking. He put his bags with tobacco leaves on the ground and lay down amid the mountain forest for a well-deserved nap. But instead of the expected silence and occasional bird singing, he heard cheerful voices coming from the forest. Curiosity piqued, as normally people would not gather at that place or at that time of the day, so he stood up and followed the sound. It took some effort, but suddenly he discovered what seemed like a hidden opening in the mountain, leading to a cave bathed in sunlight. Inside he found a paradise unlike anything he had seen before. People of all kinds were joyfully interacting, singing, and dancing. He felt a warmth coming over him. There was no poverty or mistreatment, only harmony and happiness. He felt as if in a dream, at peace. 

When he walked out of the cave, he had no idea how much time he spent inside, but he could see the sun rising and knew that today he would make it back to his home and family. When he reached his resting spot, he saw to his surprise that his bags had turned into a solid rock with the tobacco stack still visible. He took one more look back to the mountain he came from, but he could not see the opening to the cave anymore, instead, he saw an enormous rock lying towards the mountain, as if the door to the cave was shut.

He started the last part of his walk down into the Neyphu Valley. His land and farm were near the borders of the valley, and when he was close by, he was surprised to see a very old man working in his fields. He approached the man and asked what he was doing on his land. The man was taken aback and answered that the land was his and his only, as his mother passed away many years ago and his father once left for India and never returned home. More villagers gathered around the two men, and it became clear to the farmer that not only had he been gone for a very long time, but he had also not aged as his fellow villagers and his son. 

A miracle had happened, but what miracle? 
He understood that his stay in the cave had been in a Shrangi-La, a paradise on earth, a hideaway of idyllic beauty and tranquillity, where time does not exist and people are protected from evil and harm.
To this day, you can find the rock that closes the cave and the tobacco rock, and it is believed that in times of danger, the mountain will open again to let the people of the Neyphu Valley in…