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
Tuesday, 16th December, 2025
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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
Billy Graham’s 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 h
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. I’m so grateful for a wonderful childhood growing up in Kohima in the sixties surrounded by family and good friend
Not many people in Nagaland would be familiar with the name of Rev Kaikho Hokey, but in Manipur, there are few who haven’t heard of this man of God. Rev Hokey, as he was popularly known, passed on a few days
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
Excuse the cliché. But I keep finding many hidden gems in missionary literature from the Naga hills. I’m reading Narola Rivenburg’s “The Star of the Naga Hills” for the fourth or fifth time. The dedica
Any good script is largely a result of good editing. To become excellent, a piece of writing has to subject itself to being scrutinized by other eyes than the author’s. The blessing of other eyes sees t
Easterine Kire “The Japanese are tending towards minimalism in a huge way,” the gracious lady of the house remarked. Christine Iraluhas been very impressed by seeing first-hand, contemporary Japanese
I finally got my birth certificate on Thursday. I thought it was worth celebrating. Now I could be considered officially born and registered and become part of the whole business of living. In his book, “A Ho
On Sunday morning, I went looking for a church. It had moved location and the girl I met at the old site instructed me, “Get on the over-bridge and go up the steps a bit and then it will be just there.” I c
Last week I got an email from an irate teacher friend who said a young friend of his needed last-minute help with her thesis before submission to her university. My friend did a small rant about our people alwa
Words die out when there is no one to use them. When the contexts in which they are used are removed, they are forgotten a few generations later. Western anthropologists transcribing oral poetry of the Naga tri
