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love has a price and unpredictable consequences…

This short story is actually a continuance of  “My Soulless Hometown”. However, I’ve tried to create an individual story of it own. Hope you’ll like it. :)

When he finally arrived at the main market, he saw a number of cars parked haphazardly on one side of the road, but the town still seemed deserted though. The hubbub of market place was absent. And the shops, on either side of the road,…

He slightly opened the window to take a look at his hometown. The topography of the valley appeared much more evident to Obiro from the bus.

He was returning to his hometown, after a long gap of 8 years, and it didn’t seem to him that much had changed. The small town was still bearing the same old sleepy sombre look. The drizzling afternoon rain was also throwing some additional gloom to its…

Ben wasn’t very fond of cat. Yet he didn’t mind all his neighbors’ cats’ occasional visit to his house. He disliked them especially during the mating season when they would cry like human babies. It sends shiver down his spine.

It was a day off for him from his daily grind. He was on his porch, enjoying his free dosage of vitamin D drop-shipped by the mother sun, when he noticed a solid ginger…

Even on cold days, I tend to let in as much liquid into my stomach as on any hot days, though I knew in my heart that it would keep me busy all day.

Sometimes, my female colleagues at school, would often eye it suspiciously as to why I need to use the rest room so often. However, they never mentioned it overtly.

I even once visited a clinic to know if it is an illness which is causing me an…

Myoko – a socio-religious festival of Apatani community – will begin from 20th March. The activity has already started. Some clans have already fetched their Babo. Today it was our turn. Tamo-Roto Babo on her way to Bamin village.

    Some more exercise, little merrymaking before lunch

Nico, a Frenchman, took the second prize in the high jump. :)

The roses and the thorns

Roses are beautiful. Mystical.

They adorn palaces and the place everywhere.

The fragrance that smells so sweet,

Spread delight everywhere.

Greatly guarded by human’s love.

Tenderly sheltered in a cove.

    Who heed about thorns?

A sore for eyes: the salt in the wounds.

It stabs and oozes bloods from brawns.

And it pricks you when you are around.

But it’s only guarding the rose.

And let you…

I’m not so good in wide-angle landscape photography. The most common problem I usually find in such photography is haziness, which makes the image very dull. However, I couldn’t control myself from trying out this one time.

On the extreme right side, we can see some of the school buildings, where I teach.

The yellowish patch of bed-ground is ripening paddy field. For some, the harvesting work had…

In a world of make-believe

Just a day after Teachers’ Day, I saw this news piece “30 Teachers honored with state awards” on Arunachal Times (Sept. 6, 2014), where it was also mentioned about SSA (contractual) Teachers’ salary. Allow me to quote the sentence from the newspaper, “Our state is paying the highest salary to SSA teachers in the country”. It could be true, so I don’t question or challenge this statement. However,…

Love your job as you love yourself

Iwas asked once, “Don’t the teachers find their profession exceedingly boring after teaching the same subjects every year?” To be really very honest, sometimes it can be, especially when the teachers and students fail to make a connection with each other. Or else, there’s no question of boredom as we get a whole new challenging batch of students every year that demand a lot of our attentions. So…

Long-awaited post: the zero waste project

After taking a look at the archives widget of my blog, I am really surprised myself. I’ve noticed that I am most active in the ninth month of the year. Most of my posts and upload is done in the September month. It is perhaps the best and fertile month for my brain.

Anyway, I’ve been wanting to do this post for very long time. But I was too caught up with my photography madness and desire to show…

A season of harvest

It’s harvest time. The coat of green has changed into golden.

Bustle, bustle, bustle – for the ears…

Ziro Festival of Music: 2nd Edition

The ZFM Poster

  Ziro Festival of Musicwas marshaled for the second time in a row. The venue of the…

A lemon tree and her visitors

“That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.” ― Emily Dickinson

    The lemon tree

T…

Living the life, in a fateful way

I know it’s been quite long since I shared anything on wordpress.

The fact of the matter is that I…