Long ago, in days when journeys were made on foot or by bullock cart, a lone traveller set out for a village named Kunjabangarh of Kalinga—a place known for its natural wealth. Herbal roots, wild honey, rare flowers, and sacred herbs grew in abundance there. People came from far and wide to collect them—some to heal, some to trade, some simply to learn.The traveller wore simple clothes and carried a cloth bag with a few coins, a bottle of water, and a modest meal. The road was long and dusty, winding through dry fields and wooded stretches. Birds chirped lazily,