This winter there are many reports that the wild apple trees are fruiting abundantly. That can only mean one thing. The wild apple tree has wed and given birth to many children. In the village, that is how they
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Who owns the domain of storytelling? Is it a male activity or a largely female activity? When a research scholar working on the theme of women affected by the AFSPA, tried to interview women in the villages, th
This may not work at first because we have never looked at stubbornness as a virtue. So that idea will always encounter resistance. It is politically incorrect to be stubborn. The word stubbornness has been use
A few days ago, Aziebu Shaiza sent me a WhatsApp message about the passing on of one of our teachers. Mrs Sulekha Sen had died in Kolkata. It was such a pull from the past, and a sad reminder that we were stead
I dont want to ascribe to the philosophy of The show must go on when a great loss occurs in the middle of life. To stop everything we are doing, to pay our respects, and mourn, and remember and treasure memorie
By a stroke of luck, I happened to arrive at an address on the same day that a parcel I had sent five days before, arrived. I was so surprised to see that there was not a scratch on it; the parcel box sho
It is quite difficult to come up with a eulogy for a person who was so respected and loved in his circle as Xavier Rutsa was. Everything that needs to be said has already been said and any more than that would
A couple of weeks separate the launchings of two books by two of our male authors. The first one is Jim Kasoms Homecoming and other Stories published by Promilla and Co, Bibliophile South Asia. Jim Wungramyao K
Just as I was losing all confidence in courier services anywhere beginning with Blue Dart, they actually made a home delivery. Not in Kohima, but in a faraway Indian city. It was, as a matter of fact, rather la
She unknotted her hair and wound it into a tighter knot catching all the loose strands together. Soon she had stepped into the watery field again, finishing a portion they had left undone. By now the skies were
Trauma is such a terrible word, isnt it? I suspect the word trauma has become a scapegoat word for people to blame their own ill conduct on. If they behave rudely, or if they react unreasonably in certain situa
The ice is melting. It is a fact. Climate change is real. The saddest thing about climate change is that there exist politicians and world leaders who do not want it to be voiced. A climate scientist has been r
A friend who is a priest worked for a few weeks as substitute priest in the church on Longyearbyen, Svalbard. He gave me this rather sweet story: The church on Longyearbyen, the main township, always keeps its
Billy Grahams final journey brings up so many memories for so many people, the Nagas included, the Nagas of a certain generation. Billy Graham was here. In Kohima, my hometown, in the Naga Hills, my home
This is the way I describe what we are doing with Naga writing in English. We are writing oral history; we are retrieving and preserving Naga culture. The first recorded writings by Nagas took place in 19
Many friends agree with me on this subject. Christmas is not the same without Christmas cards. Sending digital cards can never achieve the joy that one experiences at getting a physical card with its handwritte
Whenever I see this adage it reminds me of the way we were raised as children in our society. Im so grateful for a wonderful childhood growing up in Kohima in the sixties surrounded by family and good friends.
Not many people in Nagaland would be familiar with the name of Rev Kaikho Hokey, but in Manipur, there are few who havent heard of this man of God. Rev Hokey, as he was popularly known, passed on a few days ago
I like to start making beef stew in October. It is an old recipe of my father. Beginning in October, when the days got colder and the rains retreated, Dad would pull out one of his favourite recipes and cook it
The little book, The gospel of the Redman also goes by the name, The Indian Bible. It was compiled by Julia M. Seton in 1963. It is a beautiful testament a way of life which seemed very alien to the white settl
