Wishing everyone a happy new beginning and a Happy Cheiraoba!
And to those who have already observed it on the first of Sajibu, a belated Happy Cheiraoba! but why do the Meiteis celebrate it twice in one given year? Continue reading Yet another Cheiraoba!
Inga Nostalgia: In love with the rainy month of Inga The buds of spring are inspiring as a promise of a fresh beginning; but what is a promise if it remains just that? Monsoon is the time when the plants are thick with foliages. And my hometown is a place where it rains and it … Continue reading Inga Nostalgia
This was actually the first I ever laid eyes on the legendary kabow beri – one of the several items that flow into Manipur through the ‘Moreh market’. yes, many may have heard of the Chinese market elsewhere, Tibetan market in Delhi (and elsewhere) but in Manipur, the ‘Moreh market’ is pretty much a brand … Continue reading Finding Kabow Biri in North Delhi
Optimistic: The Daily Post prompts us to think about optimism or being optimistic This brought me to the final year of my fieldwork in Manipur. Not too far from the rainiest place in the world, the rains pre-dominate the summer season: pre-monsoon, monsoon, post-monsoon. Agriculture here is heavily dependent on monsoon showers. Timely rain means a … Continue reading Optimism: Dark Clouds mean Rain
The first blossoms of the apricots must have begun. it is the middle of winter. Winter at my hometown at Imphal (Manipur in India’s Northeast) is cold and dry but sunny. The grass turns yellow. The paddy fields are barren. The trees shed leaves. The mornings are foggy. As the sun begins to shines, the ponds … Continue reading The Apricot Tree
This is a story that I once heard as a child growing up in Manipur. Told to me by a friend who heard it from someone else. Once upon a time, a man was travelling alone in the forest. He had been walking for a few days and he still seemed to be in the … Continue reading Three Wishes: Be careful of what you think!
Recently one of my Delhi friends gifted me a woolen bag (samtu khao) with the spear motif. The motif was in red on a luscious chrome green background. She had been on a trip to Nagaland and had picked it up as a souvenir for me. It brought back those green-skirted days of school life … Continue reading A woolen sling bag: thoughts on the life of an object