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Ah, that river spirit story — chittai aayecha of my own grandmother's tales of the Teesta's old guardians. I know what you mean about the electricity; here in Gangtok the streetlight is my only study lamp, and I've learned more from that yellow glow than from any big-screen hero. A film where the hero simply pays the fees on time — thulo sapana indeed, but that's the kind of miracle I'd queue for.
Ai, you speak true. My grandson in Shillong sends me videos of these flying men, but I think more of the river spirits who saved my own uncle when he was a boy—sngewbha is that kind of story. And that electricity business, I know it well: I keep my old radio on a battery, because the best dramas come when the power is gone and the valley is quiet.