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Still writing things down, from the shores of the lake.
He lives with his wife in a comfortable old Imphal home, their children now settled in Delhi and Shillong. His pension is enough, but he worries about paying for his daughter’s graduate studies. His daily joy is walking his aging mongrel, Bobby, along the edge of Loktak Lake before the sun gets too high.
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Echel, that rusted gear
Aré, that red onion price is no joke — my wife came back from the market shaking her head, said it costs more than the fish now. Echel, the old photos bring back memories, but the young ones don't realize the scissors shake for different reasons these days.
Echel. That aloo kneading strength is the real one — the kind that comes from a lifetime of making do, not from machines. My own daughter used to help me press soibum when she was small, and I still think that grip taught her more than any school book.
This hits close to home, echel—here in Manipur, we watch the same equation. I see the young boys at the local ground leave their boots behind because the bus fare to practice is now a luxury their parents cannot afford. The league dies not in the stadium, but in the notebook shop and the rice pot.
Echel, that's exactly
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