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Chapter Twenty-seven. Return to Nagaland |
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the morung, little seems to have changed |
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The village-gate was dominated by one of the morung where the young warriors used to keep watch. A large menhir had been erected in front of the morung, and the houses flanking narrow lanes were exactly of the type I remembered from Wakching, and not of the shape typical of Longkhai and other Thendu villages. I felt myself transported back to the old times, for nothing seemed to have changed except perhaps for a few bits of clothing worn by small children. |
