Straight from the HEART: Lunggel Lentuol

Since childhood, Oh I mean at young age, I have been pondering and there are times I ask myself how the roads and houses in Gamdang (Outside) are so well plan and why my birthplace Churachandpur is in such a mess, at times jumble with ethnic conflict and sometimes clutter with gun-fires killing our own brethren for the sake of money or other matter. There are a lot of reason to be proud about being a Churachandpurians which I have blog about a year ago which is published is Manipur Express and Phualvatimes. Conversely, this is the dark side of the town. There is no denying that the road of the town is in a bad condition. Lots of speed breaker and potholes showing the welcoming gesture with a bouncy shook. Here is the story of my trip on the Sugnu road. It was back in the 04’s, that I remember my last to Suongpeh, for my maternal grandpa’s funeral. I was in 4 th standard at that time, the year when Ccpur is blessed with hailstorm, the size as big as saiseh. Its 2015 June,

“I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart of a king, and of a king of England, too.” ~Queen Elizabeth Each day, when I get to the bed to start prepare myself for a sleep, All i think and imagine about is myself wearing a pretty heels with the so called "Puonve" a wrap around worn by women form our community and other community form the North-east India. I was wondering why I was so obsessed with heels and the thought of wearing them would never leave me.  So, I thought I will share this here, I do not care who all happen to read this, But so whoever read this get to know a lil more about me. The moment i imagine myself wearing a pretty dress the lower portion of the body is never occupied unless it is with a heel. No doubt, If people ask me why i love heels, the obvious answer will be because I am short and to increase my height. ( Coz, I am just 158 cm ) And you know the best things I like being my height is that  > I

This one fine day, while I taking my lazy afternoon nap, I couldn't keep my mind out of thinking when I'll wear my newly ordered heels with the wrap around wove by my mom. My mom weave khamtang of my favourite colour, she would weave any colour of my choice( The perk of having Mom with good weaving skills) . but this time, i told her that khamtang are too mainstream and I want something other than khamtang, without a word she went to the market to get a pile of tread and it took the whole day to ask which type of wrap around she is planning to weave this time. the next day when she sit down on the floor for the same , she ask me to show the picture which I showed her the day before. I showed her. After  a couple of day, my wrap around was ready to be worn in the church( for, wrap around are worn only in church:only in  rare cases like  if there is a funeral program, then only wrap around is worn by the women. for elder women, they wore everywhere. but it is odd and weird, if

  “Life may give you a hundred reason to cry, show that you have a thousand reason to smile” ~anonymous Down to memory lane, I travel to my childhood when a group of us with some elders would wake up early in the morning for morning PT to cover a round from my house and then towards the Dc office and then the main road and back to the place where we started from another route. this was the time when my definition of early morning has been extremely early as I then look back my days till today. It uses to be 3 am in the morning when the world would probably be still asleep and the other children of my ages from my hamlets and village would gather somewhere near the bus parking so that we all can make a group. Today 3 am in the morning is a late night. We normally get up as soon as we hear the gate tapping and the undertone voice of friends. The soundless and calm morning were our music, we jog to the tune of stillness. The dogs barking at us were our songs, talking really slo

Kelkang kiti hi Khawzawl Block, Champhai district Mizoram ahi in Aizawl a kuon a 240 kms vel a gamla ahi. Hiche kho hi in 137 vel chenna kho ahin a literacy rate u jong 97% + ahin . Kum 67 masang 1937 lah vel chun Kelkang kho mun ahin hitobang halna ana um kha a tu a hi avel na ahi. A houbung upa pa pa Hipte-a kuon a a chanchin kijah dan in Kum 2012 a Centenery amang uvin hiche jou in khangthah hon ( KTP – Kristen thalai pawl) ho in niseh in a khosung a gamsung a halthah na lhun na ding in taona amang jing un ahi. Nilhah seh le kikhop khom na amang jing un ahi.  Nupi hon jong hiti chun lhaseh in taona in halna lhun na din hatah in taona ana mang ji uvin ahi. A taona u lolhinna hinte tia a gin chat u june 12 2013 ni in chun halna ahung lhung in Damlou na nei hon jong damna anei un. Khamna thein a kibuol mitam tah in jong pienthah na anei uvin. Mi pienthah hi hen a pieng thah lou hijong le hichi lai mun a hin halna chang ding in mi a kitol jing un ahi.

GUARDIAN ANGEL No evil shall befall you, nor shall affliction come near your tent, for to His Angels God has given command about you, that they guard you in all your ways. Upon their hands they will bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone. Psalm 91: 10-12 It was on the 22nd March 2015 ( Last week from now) , back to my room after cheering up the college football team. I was suppose to go for the fellowship ( we , few christian student group in our college used to have it every Sunday : meet up, sing and share our week experience) . i didn't turn up for that. i happen to show this video recommendation, so i watch the first few scene. with the slow internet and the buffering i thought i will download it and watch it late. i did so and it does really guard me. now, not only angels do the guarding work. a movie, small deed of good work and love can do the guarding. All thanks to KTP Bawngkawn. They say guardian angels are the heavenly spirit assigned

I spent sleepless night tonight, I know I have to somehow sleep for I would not be able to wake up at 5:30 in the morning which we scheduled to shout  "Hosanna for our King. The Lord of the Lord ." I have never been so tear-lighted person. I cry over petty things , and tonight my tears aren't for the usual petty things. Getting to bound and imagine around Jerusalem Myself . and i show myself inside the temple and  many people like me. my fellow being . As my imaginary me get inside the temple , I saw the real myself to be one of them , going against his will. I sold the dove inside the church along with the business men.  Jesus wept. I wept. For I knew that my deeds are no less than those who sells dove and make money inside the church.  Had I been Jesus I would have not only overturned the table, But also curse everyone involve there as I did to the fig tree. Do you know he never did that. Instead died for them. when he said he died for sinners. you and

Peter Biaksangzuala Internet hung um doh hin leiset jong khosung neo cha ahi tin thuchih khat in asei in. Adieh a facebook a kuon a kijah mat tuo na hi anop lheh ta in. Egel khah lou pi khat to jong ana ki jamat to thei in. A etih a emu khah lou khat toh jong aki musa tobang jieng a ki hou thei na mun hoitah khat chu ahin. kipa na tamtah ahin poh lut jing toh lhon gelphah lou lunghem na jong ahin lhut jing thei dan ahie. June 7 2014 , nilhah lang thim ahin inmai a ka tou in facebook lut khah lou na asot thim tah jieh chun ka gah lut in ahile message tam thim ana um in, network a ol jieh chun a bon a jong ve se lou in hiti chun notification ho chu ka clear in newsfeed ho chu a ban ban in ka ve in insung a ka lut pei tai. Suty kichai vah ding ahijieh chun lunghel tah in Facebook jong khoiman lou in ka von ho ka guong in kaki sa buoi cheng e. 9th June ni in ka  suty akichai a college ka le lhun in Facebook message ho ka vel check le PT Biakzuala kiti khat in message e