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Chapter Twenty-seven. Return to Nagaland |
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When I reached the top the village seemed to look somewhat different. Houses had crept closer to the morung and the dancing place in front appeared reduced. The morung itself still contained some of the old carvings, but the general condition had deteriorated and the roof was leaking badly. I was told that the morung was due for repair and the work would start after the end of the monsoon. As I walked through the lane towards the home of Shankok, the scene became more and more familiar. The houses were exactly the same as they had always been and so were the children peering down from the high verandas. An old woman looked at me with curiosity turning soon to utter amazement. When I asked whether she remembered me her expression changed to a broad smile; had she not seen me walking about the village day after day, often accompanied by Shankok? |
