When my grandmother taught me the names of the Phanek patterns—*Ningthoukhong*, *Senbi*—it was like learning a secret language stitched into the cloth. These days, the shopkeepers try to sell me cheap power-loom copies printed with the same names, but the weave is all wrong, the rhythm missing. I tell my little sister: a word is like a thread, you cannot just pull out one and put a machine-made one in its place—the whole fabric loses its strength.
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