Why I choose to call myself a maverick..? I don't know for sure. Maybe it is the streak of unpredictableness in my nature, a shade of eccentricity, and above all the very soul of my late father alive in me.. in my everyday life.. in the breath which I breath.. inspires myself to be a maverick.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Lost Citadel
How I felt when two majestic trees were cut down. Lost Citadel was published in the Nagaland Post in its Editorial Column
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