Easterine KireIt’s very dark today. It is because it has been raining and raining and even at midday which is right now, there is very little light from outside. I feel nostalgic. I remember what we used to d
Wednesday, 17th September, 2025
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Contemporary culture has been insisting for quite long that life is for the young and the young at heart. The twenty-first century has created such an unnatural fear of ageing that when a sibling announces his
How much does a kilo of rice cost? I mean, good quality rice. 50 rupees? 60 rupees? Or a kilo of dal? How much poorer will you be if you deduct that amount every month from your budget? Try out the onko because
- The journey of the little Red kingIt rather sounds like the title for a doctoral thesis, doesn’t it? Well, I hope it inspires research work as this is an intriguing, fascinating tale I have been told,
A number of us were discussing a habit amongst our people which is very ingrained and reappears in generation after generation. It is hurtful, and tactless and totally unnecessary. The number of adults who do i
Maps are made by men, of course. To prove my theory, I googled the first map maker and it was a Greek man named Anaximander. He made a map of the known world in 6 Century BC. He is said to have drawn an e
The word ‘enabler’ began to be used with a negative connotation in the 80s and 90s. In those days our society was struggling with alcohol abuse and drug abuse, the latter being new on the horizon. Parents d
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 ho
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 don’t 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 treasur
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 Kasom’s Homecoming and other Stories published by Promilla and Co, Bibliophile South Asia. Jim Wungramya
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, isn’t 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 si
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
