Long time ago, there lived a girl named Ngaiteii on the outskirts of Mizoram. She was loved by everyone in the village. She had lost her father at a very young age and thus lived with her grandmother. Back then, her father had mysteriously disappeared near the riverbank. Since that day, many villagers had often Read more…

Once upon a time, there lived a farmer in the village of Sidhi. His name was Moghe Ram. He and his wife lived in a small hut. They owned a small plot of land, where Moghe Ram toiled all day. One day, while plowing through the field, Moghe Ram’s shovel hit something under the ground. Read more…

They say all roads lead somewhere. But roads can be a home in themselves, too. Birsa had come to the big city, like many, to make it big in life. His family back in the village had been so proud. The youngest son of the family had come of age. The older brothers had been Read more…

I spent my entire childhood in small villages. I always felt the urge to compete with and surpass my cousins, all of whom had grown up in cities. That was when it, or rather they happened. Books and poetry entered my life and had a profound impact on it. In the beginning, it was all Read more…