Luwangli

The once big and deep Luwangli River (Luwangli Turel) leads the way to my home from Tiddim Road. Halfway to my home, the river gives numerous small tributaries (langkhong in meiteilon). One of these langkhongs run just in front of our house.  As the time progresses, ruthless and relentless indeed for them, the laangkhongs no longer are big and bold. They have succumbed to the hands of people and time. As i write this, i think i sort of have started to understand how much my father misses his childhood. He would invariably mention about how mighty luwangli was.

PS: Some of our neighbours filled up one of the laangkhongs and built a house there. Who are we to defy the course and consequences of time but can we not atleast defy the consequences we bring..

Occupied

People try to find friends in whom they can see themselves. In this process of giving and taking, many people spend a lifetime. Yet unable to succeed in their quest. Life changes with time but time is again a mere measure of chang. What I have today, I may not have tomorrow. This is what life is. Take care. Find a friend, a true friend, coz one day in the near future you would sit in a corner of your room and think why you don't have someone to share. We see the surrounding only when you get out of the room. So, friends, please get out of your preoccupations and try to see the world. It is Beautiful. Enjoy the reality with the people dear and near to you, not with your people in your virtual world. Learn to be happy with whatever minimal things you have, coz for someone that might be the best they could have