Maybe it wasn’t always a time of innocence and confidences, but it sure was good. The past, that is, the good old days, the childhoods that we have gone through and never will return to. My younger brother pl
Thursday, 12th February, 2026
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Narrative
The big gate with the signboard announcing that we were entering the land of the Anghs greeted us when we drove into Konyak territory. It was a very welcome sign after the long hours of traversing cows, cyclist
