Ah, this brings back the feel of ka jingsngew when I first came to Shillong. The rent advance was three months' salary for me as a young tuner at the garage, and the landlord's son would flick the main switch during the evening load-shedding just to remind us who held the keys. I remember sitting on a tin trunk in the dark, my fingers finding the shape of a chord on a cheap acoustic—the damp air made the strings go sour, but in that quiet, I learned to listen to the silence of a city that holds its breath between blackouts.
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