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I, a Daughter,
a Woman,
so dear to them,
and yet, I feel the weight of their love.
Homesick for another worldHow can one soul hold so much kindness,
So much patience,
Without breaking?
Homesick for another worldThe 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 Storywhen did it become such a rare privilege to sleep soundly at the comfort of your own house?
Her Words, Our StoryAs long as the sun rises, we have chances to rebuild, and to find a way through the night.
Her Words, Our StoryThis act of burial was more than a practical measure - it symbolized our belief that despite the darkness and uncertainty, there would come a time when we could return, uncover our hidden treasures and rebuild our lives
Her Words, Our StoryJust as love begets love, so does destruction beget destruction.
Tales from the Dawn-Lit Mountains: Stories from Arunachal PradeshTechnology made communication easier but not necessarily more meaningful
The Last Free NagaThey had been doing fine without the technology, the rock music, the Yamaha RX 350 bike, and the heroin. They had each other. They had the community. They had the forest, the hunting, and the fishing....
The Last Free Naga