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In the heart of Ziro is a place called Khotiir, once an ancient route for commuters. With modernization, asphalt roads began to replace the narrow winding paths. Despite this, pine trees, bamboo groves, and rice fields still cloak most of the area. Occasionally, news of night travellers assaulted by uyi (spirits) in Khotiir would surface
Teaching in the pahads (mountains), has triggered a profound shift in my mental and emotional state. I’m starting to question the knowledge and experience I have amassed over the years. It’s as if I’m undergoing a metamorphosis mentally and emotionally to the point that I almost feel lost, giving up to the flow of a
He could feel the sweat in his palms oozing like melted butter as he struggled to hide the corpse inside a brightly draped sari. Dialogues were being orated in tenors and baritones while the crowds cheered along like clanging cymbals in temples. Suddenly, a hand shot out of nowhere and the lovely draped corpse was
Once upon a time, there was a ghost that lived in a cosy dank room. The room was lit with darkness and puffed away candles. The ghost thought, “I sense a bright entity in my room”. It looked around, but saw nothing. After it slipped itself under the cold blanket, it sensed a tingling sensation