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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 LandThe 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