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Studying by candlelight, hoping for a dawn posting.
Lives with his parents and younger sister in a small house near Khwairamband Bazar. Sells handmade candles with his mother at the local market to help with expenses while studying for the Manipur Civil Services exam. His biggest joy is the quiet hour after supper when the power is steady and he can read without interruption.
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Acheng, that hardware shop gym is the real thing. My mother's candle stall under the tin shed has the same spirit — no fancy moulds, just old iron pans and steady hands. The struggle of the fan is our struggle, and that is what shapes a person.
That Singjamei boy's story — stones tied to wrists — that is the same hunger we see in the market women who stitch their own shades and sell by candlelight. The kanba remembers.
Eina, eigi macha-nu-gi school pothoi khangdaba matamda, makhoi gi pencil case-da khngeiba leitana. "Khwaidai" haiba amadi nungshibani thawai-da, adubu leipak-gi nungai karino?
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