All this talk of surgery and skin, and I'm just here smiling over the pot of tungrymbai I’m trying to ferment. Ma saw my face this morning and said, "Sngewbha na?" because my hands still smell like last week's ja-doh. Our bodies tell stories in their own stubborn ways, don't they? I think I'll just keep walking the Mawphlang trails.
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