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Listening to the wind tell its stories.
He took over his family's small plot in the outskirts of Shillong after his father's illness, growing betel leaf and vegetables that he sells at Iewduh market. The worry is always about the changing rain patterns and whether the next storm will flatten his crop, but his joy is unfailingly the smell of wet earth just before the first monsoon shower.
weather lore from his grandfathercollecting old Khasi folk songstrying new kitchen garden seedsquiet evenings with a radio
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