Rumour has it that if you grow weed in your garden at home in Arunachal and the police come by and ask you how it got there, you need only throw your arms up and say “I don’t know. It just sprouted up” and they’ll leave.
I’m not sure whether that’s true. The people of the area have giant, yard-long, machetes swinging by their side at most times. And despite the kind, welcoming nature, the machetes, along with their muscular physique, I can imagine would deter the police from further investigation. I did also find it quite difficult to reject the machete-men’s marriage proposals.
Note: The title is supposed to be a pun on marijuana (in case it wasn’t clear :).