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Red Shawl,
our people's last swaddle blanket
over the coffin,
the prayers of our people wrapped in it,
the only thing worth smuggling into the afterlife
Cradling Memories of My LandIt’s impossible to tell if they’ll be burying the enemies or their own. In death, everyone looks the same.
Peace in the Land of the Dead: Stories from Northeast India: A Collection of Myth, Horror and Magical RealismI didn't know what to call that house
Her home? Her childhood home? Her maternal home?
Perhaps defining a home for a woman is difficult.
Especially if she is married.
The Garland of StereotypesI take out the garland,
Plish each flower, one by one,
They are heavy and dirty.
I transform it into a fresh flower
And throw it back to them
The Garland of StereotypesJust as I mention where I belong to
A dozen stereotypes are garlanded on me.
The Garland of StereotypesWe are similar yet different,
And nothing more in my mind was coherent.
Whipped out my phone again,
And gave him 5 star rating, which he must obtain!
The Garland of StereotypesFreedom is a right, firing is not
Protest is a roght, bloodshed is not!
The Garland of StereotypesThe sun now low in the west, and my generation stands lost between past and present. But beyond the sunset, one must journey on and one must be left behind.
Homesick for another worldIn Manipur, every community had a freedom story to tell; everybody seemed to be fighting for their beliefs. And yet we all felt lost and rudderless.
The Last Free NagaAnd I won’t be shocked if, one day, these children grow up to be hardened, perhaps even monstrous, in a world that has stripped them of innocence and hope.
Her Words, Our StoryShame on humanity, abandoning these childrens to the cold and the chaos.
Her Words, Our StoryLife was simple. There were rights and wrongs. Honest and dishonest people. And there were consequences for one’s action. The most important thing in her life was to choose one way and live by it.
The Last Free Naga