The Broken English Reviews of the Hills

Who told you These Hills don't sing They sing in pebbles, my kind of fables of being loved and used and thrown.....

the clouds to the hills

Somewhere in Imphal

Posted by Ronid Aka Akhu at 4:32 AM

Vinu VikramFebruary 13, 2010 at 6:36 AM
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Vinu VikramFebruary 13, 2010 at 6:37 AM
All the best! KMC?
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Ronid Aka AkhuFebruary 22, 2010 at 2:17 AM
KMC- kirori mal colleger (DU)
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Ronid Aka Akhu: Nights we know are dark/ Days we have survived are bloody/ and how can you ask me not to drink/ Air we breathe stinks/ food we eat rot in our mouth/ and how can you ask me not to smell her bosom

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