Sian understands this.
Chanting the name of the Buddha, everyone stepped forward.
Sian is quite a brave boy, and when he faces a fear he doesn't know if he is actually afraid.
Fear is something else where it's hard to control yourself, Cyan is the opposite.
Its clarity is found in the midst of self-restraint.
Three people are walking side by side, they have all crossed Nageshwar's garden.
Sian can't think how his father comes to Tejwal from Champhai at such a late night, even though 4/5 people stay together, even though everyone knows that this time is very bad.
Suddenly something ran in front of my eyes.
It was not understood whether it was a fox or a cat.
Suki gripped Sian's hand tighter.
They are crossing the big blackthorn tree.
The hillbillies are used to walking in pitch black and quiet nights.
Even the faintest light in the dark does not cause them any speed to move through the thorny, thickets and hill after hill.
They are hardworking as well as fearless.
Folklore has it that Hindu king Rajendra Varman once ruled with great splendor in Mizoram.
There was no limit to his tyranny on the hillbillies.
Fed up with his atrocities, most of the hillbillies left Mizoram and migrated to neighboring towns.
Even today the Paharis curse him with the name of that king when he is oppressed by someone.
Legend has it, Kama
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