On a clear morning in Sittong, an elderly farmer Nima Tshering Lepcha walks down a narrow footpath that cuts through terraced fields clinging to the hillside. Twenty years ago, this land grew finger millet and barley-crops that fed families and shaped food traditions. Today, those same terraces are dotted with betel nut and black pepper plants, symbols of adaptation rather than choice. The farmer pauses, looks up at the sky, and says quietly, ‘The weather doesn’t listen to us anymore.’