Its been a while since I

• stood in a Queue for booking train ticket.
• decorated Christmas tree.
• withdrew cash from bank.
• went to STD booth.
• wrote a love letter.
• broke my head for semester exams.
• had a late night girl's talk.
• went to cyber cafe.
• wore puan.

Mahse somehow zanin heng ho hian ka lung an ti leng lutuk. Most of them, I have done a lot in the past but maybe the world has changed or I have changed. Ka hre bik lo le.

Bob hunting

It was past 8 o'clock and I was exhausted. I was just relaxing in my quiet living room when I saw something just moved quickly in a fraction of seconds. I turned towards the corner where I last saw. And then I heard a 'bang', it was obvious something hit my guitar. I moved closer and closer. My heart stopped beating for a second - a tiny thing jumped out of nowhere and flew towards my kitchen.

It was so small, I could hardly make out if it was a cockroach or a mouse or a strange insect. But the character and the smell was familiar. It was a mouse. "Damn it, I have a mouse in my house!!!"

Since then, I feared my own place and anything that moved inside my house scared me. And I hate anything or anyone with a heartbeat and a blood staying in my house for weeks, except for lizard which I somehow find it cute.

Almost a month now, I realized Bob (I named the damn mouse after Phoebe's rat in F.R.I.E.N.D.S) was a smart creature. He neither touched the rat poison which I kept in all corner of the house, nor he touched the piece of meat I kept in the rat trap. He kept running around the house, feeling so homely as if this is his territory.

One fine night, as I was sleeping I felt something was moving in my quilt. I threw myself so fast, Bob fell on the floor and ran quickly towards the corner. "That's it!" I said. "I am not able to sleep for months because of you, freak". I took my cell phone and called my friend to come over.

Me, my guest, David (who was sleeping in my living room) and the friend I called were inside my small room. Door locked. The hunt started around 12.30 AM. Bob kept running, we kept chasing. We literally took out everything from my room and still we were not even close to Bob.

We gave up at 2AM. I kept my stuffs back to their place and my friend was about to leave my house. Just then Bob appeared again out of no where and gave us one more chance to catch him. I did not really remember what happened in that 30 second when my friend shouted, "I got it, I got him".

I fled and looked at Bob, who was my roommate for a while. He was so tiny as my friend squeezed him to death with his own hand. I believed he had a good life with me after all. And I also believed that his spirit took off somewhere while we threw his body in the street far away.

I realized

1) I am not a team player @ work.

2) I have gained weight after vacationing in Aizawl for 10 days.

3) I need a pedicure immediately.

4) Facebook has become more interesting than Orkut.

5) I am not keeping in touch with my old friends.

6) 85 bucks per bottle is not a matter of joke.

7) I miss my family more than anyone.

8) I started to like cooking.

9) When I looked in the mirror, I am not growing any younger.

10) I need to pray more.

Chawhmeh

Hmarhchatesen


Kuhvahring


Limbu


Sanghatin


Saptheihnah


Bahkhawr, Khanghu leh Chingit


Broccoli leh samtawk

Big thanks to my family who sent these and more all the way from Zotlang, Aizawl.