When my youngest son called from Guwahati to describe how S8UL’s streamers filled a whole stadium, I was sitting here patching a broken radio and watching the afternoon rain. The only crowd I understood was the one that gathered at the marketplace when old Bah Symon would fix a grandmother’s transistor with spare wire and a curse. I tell you, all that noise and light from a computer screen — it is a long way from watching a real man dance a *Shad Suk Mynsiem* under the monsoon moon. Still, if those boys keep their heads and their heritage, I suppose the world has room for new kinds of skill.
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