Mizoram musings

Feeling Mizoram 

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Back to where: Newspapers have holiday on Sunday . .  Road signs warn people not to drink and drive - in a dry area . . A big cross greets one on landing at the airport . . Hotel staff say ‘tu’ or ‘tum’ after saying ‘sir’ and the tone happily smells of equality ~.

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Leaves falling from trees have such a free abandon to them – also each of them is different : colour / fall . . Once in a while wind hastens the fall ~

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Life as if becomes 3 D in the silences / openness around – one perhaps feels more . . Wonder if there is any connection – for this is the place which taught me not to take self seriously ~

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Bas yahan sirf patte hilte hue dikhte hain Sunday ko . . Beech beech me kutte ya murgi ki awaaz . . baki roj ke shor se aaram hai . . dolne ki ichha karti hai kabhi kabhi in patton ke saath saath ~

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Murgi aur church ki awaaz jaise bindiyaan hain alag rangon ki ek kore kagaz pe – Sunday ke shaant din ko kora kagaz samaj lo ~

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Pahadi raaste se lage hue ghar sham ko jaise mala se lagte hain – aur Church usme laga pendant ~

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Kal tare dekhe kaafi der tak – kaafi dino baad – unke beech me ek bada sawal bhi dekha . . Har tara ek khoobsurat aane wala pal? Ek khushi se timtimata khayal? Ek nai raah / mod ? – jaisa mood ~

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