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Chapter Twenty-seven. Return to Nagaland |
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walk around Wakching; delight of villagers |
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We had not been expected, but the bungalow was soon opened, and the brother of the late chowkidar, an old wizened man who had succeeded to his brother's post, could hardly believe that it was really I who had returned after all those years. I was too impatient to stay long at the bungalow, and soon I set out for the village. The path down to the saddle was now lined with government buildings and huts, and there were masts for electric lines. But the skyline of the village with the Thepong morung prominently standing out seemed little changed. I took the path to that morung and soon I found myself climbing the same stone steps over which I had gone up and down so often. |
