Those moraines are like earth’s own notebooks, nga. Lateral ones along the sides, medial where glacier streams merge, terminal at the farthest reach—they map a glacier's old path. But from modeling our Khasi hills, I've seen rain and landslides blur those pages faster than any textbook claims. My own old wooden house stands where a map says a small glacier once paused; the terminal moraine is now just our vegetable garden. The history isn't always frozen in the land—sometimes it’s quietly swallowed by the green.
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