Straight from the HEART: Lunggel Lentuol

Necessity may be the mother of invention, but play is certainly the father.  ~Roger von Oech I had never been good in stuff like sketch. Despite of the bad skill in sketch drawing or whatever, doodling is what i did any time in the class or else where. I would say this is the result of me doodling regularly, ;) i keep on drawing gown on all empty space in my notes.  I cannot believe myself me coming up with all this beautiful girls (i'll called it they are my girls). and that too fully dress up traditional attires.  And here are my girls beautifully adorned with traditional dress 1. The khamtang lanu(S) 2. Beautifying the Hmar Thangsuo puon By veiling it around the waist on beautiful Blue dress and a red shawl over it.  The girl in black is embedded with paite puandum on the neck and waist, with a paite puandum handbag 3. The Zolianu's The Zo lianu in zo puan And yellow gown Vaiphei nungak melhoi in Black maxi , on the wrap over is the Vaip

Much obliged that i was born in the 90's: and I got to have memories which my younger siblings these days does not. One of it would be the love letter that comes with love. I remember those box full of letters  from somewhere , twas like an invitation seeing those letters , you can't help yourself reading it. Those were the good old days when post man itself was loved. I do not experience it though.  Another 5 more year and the fantasy of telling younger siblings would be a lot enthralling.   (Splitting the bean) The first letter i got was sometime in the 08-09 . I was in 8th standard and the last time was.... ( oh i don't remember  somewhere in the 10-11 (sender enclosed) not only in contain love it sometimes is written out of anger, tears :) . life then was much simpler and i am pretty sure I/ we may be the last generations receiving or sending (as for us, girls we hardly sent all we did was reply to it )  And I remember sir OK ( night-hunter: as we call