While the world is in chaos there is only one place in the world that still stands calm and gentle. The place is pure in its heart, welcoming on its gesture, and wonderful its serene beauty is.
It is my hometown Kakching, which lies 44 kms to the south of the capital of Manipur.
The Uyok-Ching is the beacon of Kakching whose flame enlightens the whole of it. The pure sekmai river flows through the heart of the town, quenching the thrist of the thousands. And the vast paddy fields surround the town and protect from the threat of hunger. The greenish hillocks stand firm, placid and intact, providing shades to the reapers. All of these make kakching lively and incredible, awaking all the days and nights.
People from all walks of life breathe with comity; with the enchanting breeze of early winter they share their muscles harvesting the golden grains. Children, women and men involve together in their inevitable duties. The old ones in their eighties are still fresh in mind though the muscles start withering. They are the eyes who look after and lead their kins in tough times, they are the survivor of the unforgettable times who will be always remain written in the hearts of all. Indeed, they have showed their restraint to the test of times.
Brave and vibrant they were and are, while industrious and imaginative are innate to them. They discovered how to use the blast furnace long before they had learned ama, ani, ahum (one, two, three...). Irons were extracted, dug the earth and tilled the once empty, barren and unused lands with their own iron tools. Farming was all about their lives, what they could learn in life came out of the paddy fields. Crops were the fruits of their hardworks while peace was the way they lived.
We still admire their greatness, enthusiasm, and courage. They have built the base of our generation and the later ones, tilling the fields with their own hands. Their sweats are still not dried up although they rest peace in heaven, yet they are always looking after us. The time is now for us, for the youths of Kakching -- to uplift our society, towards a mission. Our society belong to you and I; your and my betterment hence would be a noble help to its fate.
It is my hometown Kakching, which lies 44 kms to the south of the capital of Manipur.
The Uyok-Ching is the beacon of Kakching whose flame enlightens the whole of it. The pure sekmai river flows through the heart of the town, quenching the thrist of the thousands. And the vast paddy fields surround the town and protect from the threat of hunger. The greenish hillocks stand firm, placid and intact, providing shades to the reapers. All of these make kakching lively and incredible, awaking all the days and nights.
People from all walks of life breathe with comity; with the enchanting breeze of early winter they share their muscles harvesting the golden grains. Children, women and men involve together in their inevitable duties. The old ones in their eighties are still fresh in mind though the muscles start withering. They are the eyes who look after and lead their kins in tough times, they are the survivor of the unforgettable times who will be always remain written in the hearts of all. Indeed, they have showed their restraint to the test of times.
Brave and vibrant they were and are, while industrious and imaginative are innate to them. They discovered how to use the blast furnace long before they had learned ama, ani, ahum (one, two, three...). Irons were extracted, dug the earth and tilled the once empty, barren and unused lands with their own iron tools. Farming was all about their lives, what they could learn in life came out of the paddy fields. Crops were the fruits of their hardworks while peace was the way they lived.
We still admire their greatness, enthusiasm, and courage. They have built the base of our generation and the later ones, tilling the fields with their own hands. Their sweats are still not dried up although they rest peace in heaven, yet they are always looking after us. The time is now for us, for the youths of Kakching -- to uplift our society, towards a mission. Our society belong to you and I; your and my betterment hence would be a noble help to its fate.
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