Well, what is there to write about me? May be, just that I was born in a small village in a small corner of Manipur which was not connected by motorable road. When my first tooth had to be pulled, my dad and I had to walk more than 60 km on foot to reach the nearest town. I remembered crying all the way asking my dad to carry me on his back.I also remembered that it was the slash-and-burn season of the year as we had to scamper for safety to escape the raging fire. And the rest, as they say, is history….though I am still very much alive and kicking…..
To cut a long story of over 45 years to a fraction of what it actually is, let me also say that I have seen different shades of life, at times bringing me to tears with joy and happiness; and at times bringing me so much pain that I wish I could pierce my heart with a pointed arrow, at least to touch and feel it in the hope that something could be done to it. But in both cases, it has always brought me to my knees before God. Pain nourishes courage. You can’t be brave if you’ve only had wonderful things happen to you, Mary Tyler Moore once said.
Still the river of my life is overflowing with hope and gratitude. This season of my life is by far the happiest and most fruitful. My life and my faith has been rocked and shaken but is firmly planted. No matter what life brings I am ready…
Finally, life is too short for wallowing in self-pity. I’m outlandishly simple but loves to know people and travel places and make new friends. I love to travel by road and capture the places I pass through both in memory and camera. I have two abiding passions: reading and writing. When I’m not lost in reading, you can always find me at my desk scribbling something onto my laptop or note-pad. When I was young, singing in our church choir was a routine Sunday affair. As a single-parent I am a blind housekeeper, a marginal cook, and a mediocre “maid”, but home is still my favorite place to be.