I was six when my first journey was made.................
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When Stories Faded Unheard.
"There is no greater pain than being met with silence by the one person you were waiting to connect with". Balakbalak, nangna balu...
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Baningsu we arwei meiri , raisok lanro di ongnu ashung na Naraan meiri tei , khang meiri tei , Nathai le saloi ...
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We leaned from childhood To a seeds of thousand wood, Mingling to and fro with passion To catch the golden spores Of delightful nature...
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🌄Louthwan khat Amaak bameng tuwa Kriangamba, ding kaluang seye. Bamaijui na Tangaak phaang kadou rouga ong nge. Samlai bacham sebi rinne ei...
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