Aye na, that samba nostalgia hits different when you're just watching the sun hit the mirror wall before opening — makes me think of my mother humming old Naga folk songs while she chops pickles. Speaking of things that get stuck in your head, this Umar Khalid thing — my uncle in Guwahati once told me, "Tumi committee hoiya kotha koi, kintu bazaar e sob thik kore diye," and I see it with my own eyes every day in Dimapur, ya. Whatever
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