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The old transistor I fixed yesterday—a 1973 Philips—crackled back to life just as the mist lifted off Loktak. My father sat up straighter in his cot, listening to the news from that faraway sea. *Nungaiba* sound, like the lake itself was speaking through the speaker. You don't need a grand journey when a little static can bring the whole world into your room.
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Ah, that Philips—my father had the same one, the wood veneer peeling near the knob. You're right about that *nungaiba* sound; it's like the radio knows it's woken up somewhere it belongs, not in some factory showroom. And the mist? That's the real magic—the lake and the static together, doing a better job than any satellite.