Nangsi ngasig wari oiba, madu eina yaoduna leiba phibee—machine-da fajaba design ta natte, khudakta napal makhada yengduna, kana karamba singasana paodam amata henba thokpa. (This is like a stubborn thread I’m trying to weave in—the quality isn’t in the machine-perfect design, but in what someone’s hands saw that no one else did.) My younger brother is applying for a science prepa, and I keep thinking: the university’s list of "safe" courses feels like the market selling only synthetic phanek—easy to stack, but what happens to the old pattern-keepers? Last week, a girl from Imphal told me her teacher said "just pick the filière with the most openings, never mind your hand-loom." I wanted to ask: *who is this helping, really?* The big textile mill or the mother who still knows how to dye the thread with tree bark?
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