Let a child grow up with a tree for a friend. We climbed many trees in childhood. The adults in our lives allowed it, even gave us tips on safe tree climbing. Getting close to a tree is a luxury for children. C
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It was a Goan summer with equal measures of sunshine and monsoon rain. The thunderstorms were made to impress and inarguably dangerous. You didn’t want to be caught outdoors when the lightning bolts struck th
It is also one of the most beautiful seasons in the hills. My mother in her generation spoke about it, how the bauhinia would flower in the fields and forests and usher in Springtime. The bauhinia was coming in
Not the cuppa in the morning. That is only a dutiful ritual performed to wake up the body and activate it into the day’s obligations. It comes later, much later. After breakfast has become a distant memory, a-
My favourite grocery shop is a basement shop operating at the end of a flight of steps. At Christmas, they put in a lot of effort into decorating the shop, lining the barristers with pine branches and tinsel. T
Book by Dorothy Chasie(Available on Amazon.com)This is not a book review as reviews go. It is a difficult book to read. It is a book just as hard to put away. The vulnerability of the young permeates it. Yes it-
The United Nations has designated January 27 as international Holocaust Remembrance Day. Many stories come to mind, but some remain while others need to be stirred into remembrance again.Many years after the wa
Over acres of fallow fields, the siphoong sounded calling old and young, male and female to a congregation of the Bodo community. The celebration of 64 years of Bodo Sahitya Sabha was the occasion and it is no
It sounds like a bit of an exaggeration to say that this Christmas has been a Christmas like no other. But in a manner of speaking, no Christmas is the same. I think we always strive to reproduce Christmases pa
After a severe injury from a fall that put an abrupt stop to her business in children’s clothing and maternal wear, Wecheteu Kapfo used the recuperation period to creatively think about daily products in the
Allan Aley uses the folk as a springboard for a tale which is part mythic and part science fiction and is his debut into the world of fiction. The story revolves around ‘a deadly epidemic that hits Nagaland
Bobita Rai published by Tajung Publications‘We are human mirrors reflecting thoughts and emotions, giving expression to the voices within, floating on the wings of imagination.’ So writes the poet in the pr
William Blake’s marvellous poem goes:Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skies. B
In the 80s the Iran-Iraq war made us anxious. The rumours were that essential goods would run out. We were told that petrol would become unavailable to transport the commodities that we used daily and for which
August has always been a tense month. Nagas would wait to celebrate the 14th of August, Naga Independence Day, and the buildup to the Day was fraught with tension and secretive plans. In years past, an elderly
The majority of people possessing good sensehave been protesting the Olympics boxing competition where a biological male fought a woman boxer in a match and battered her with such brutality that she quit forty-
Without design, a number of stories have landed in my laptop. They centre around the Japanese Invasion of our hills and its aftermath. War is never a quiet thing. It makes its appearance loudly, and leaves behi
On the 4rth July, 2024, the 80th Anniversary Commemoration Service of the Battle of Kohima will be held at York Minster in the UK. It will be held at Dean’s Garden where participants will gather around the 2n
A word is being repeated by random people on the streets, and also at serious interviews. It is sometimes the answer to the favourite question of interviewers: What is your message to young people of today? Or,
Echu Konyak’s ‘Folktales of the Konyak Nagas’ is a slim volume of tales reflecting migration narratives, animal and human tales in a universe where stones and trees are animate and participatory in the de
