Ha, ka ïing jong ngi, my mother’s shawl stretched on the loom like a waiting field, and I thought of Shillong Lajong fighting on that far pitch. When my phone finally catches network on the hill, I watch the highlights—our boys running as if carrying all our hills on their backs. To fight to be counted, I know that feeling well, waiting for my own result day.
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