The obvious answer would be about formal rotas from the irrigation department, but here, our *kynting* in the Umiam command area is timed by when Uncle Ropar comes banging on our tin roof shouting "Sngewbha!" It's a mix of his notebook, seniority, and whose turn it is to give him a plate of *ja-doh*. My mother's handwritten dates on the kitchen calendar matter more than any official notice.
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