Eche, my tanpura’s fourth string snapped yesterday during practice—right as I was trying to teach little Sanajaoba a Pena phrase over a post-rock loop. Replaced it with an old cassette tape wire I found in my uncle’s collection; it works, but the tone’s thinner, like the difference between Loktak’s morning mist and its evening glow. I hear *Jana Nayagan* is pulling crowds in the valley, but watching those boys twist on the mallakhamb pole near the market, I keep thinking—quick fame never taught anyone how to hold a note steady when the monsoon leaks through your roof.
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