Thatched House

It was on 24 th December, 2013 when my dad and I took 7 sisters and one small boy to Tsazu mountain for outing. The youngest of the sisters is in class 1 (?) while the eldest is in higher secondary school. The 6 sisters (because the eldest stays in Kohima for studies) live with their mother just in front of our house in the village. Dad is very friendly with the girls. He has been teasing them throughout the year of finding the root of a tree up there in the mountain. The tree is called ‘süthi’ and its root is hot and sweet, and has a good aroma. He has built interest in the minds of the young girls. Dad’s incessant stories of finding that special root in the mountain turned that interest into craving in the young minds. They would ask when dad is going to take them there. But it is a long way from the village and the craving remained only a craving; and the mountain became a sort of Yarrow Unvisited for the girls.  So, when I came home for Christmas; we made a plan to go...

at tzazu, dec 31, 2013 It is 7 th January 2014, 12: 45 AM and I am wide awake. I’m tired of trying to go to sleep. Worse is that on 6 th January, I updated my facebook status as the day being the most boring since the world began. I woke up early at Pfutsero and drove to Kohima to attend office for the first time this year. It was cold, silent and no one was in the mood to work. After being away for about 20 days, my house was dusty. I was exhausted, partly because of driving and partly because of a kind of emptiness inside. When you are leaving home after a long stay, that happens I suppose. I have worked hard this winter at home. The hardest was the day Mom, Dad, and I fell trees at Tsazu mountain in order to build a farm house. I had blood blisters bursting in my palms. I was excited with the idea of a farm house and the plans I have there for 2014. But yesterday (and now), I was lazy and irritable. When I came from work, there was no electricity and it was cold. Now, to top ...

Come up with me To the top of Tsazu Come, sit still by me And listen to the wind Let it blow against your face Let it blow away your pain