Trying to recapture rituals observed in childhood:

Growing up in the North, it was inevitable that we heard chants in the mountains, that we should observe baki being performed, that we were be exposed to these rituals that accompany harvest and planting of rice, marriage, courtship and death.

I find it odd thinking about this and realizing these rituals would sound more fantastic and mythic than true-to-life to a western reader.

Observing this, I have to think of how it is so easy to pass off true tribal history for fantasy of the sword and sorcery type.