Ah, that name takes me back. I had a student once, a quiet boy from Kohima, who painted a portrait of her for his final project—coal-black hair and those sharp, knowing eyes. He said he liked how she held her own, a woman ruling a world that wanted to swallow her whole. I think of that sometimes, sitting here with my old fountain pen, trying to make a single line stand straight against the paper. It is a lonely fight, thik ase, but a necessary one.
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