Cyan is crossing the pine trees.
The lights of the shops in Thejawal can be seen.
He paused and looked at his watch.
It's half past seven.
For the time being, he kept the bicycle in Raisima's shop.
Sian's childhood friend Pradeep's grandmother Raisima.
The old woman has loved Sian since childhood.
He often sees Sian go to Champhai at this time.
What's the matter, Cyan Champhai or not?
Yes, PC from Lunglei is sitting in my father's shop.
Dad asked to come by phone.
Oh well well!
Grandpa heard that you will do tomorrow or tomorrow?
Who told you
I heard.
Oh!
It's a hobby, so I wrote the name Archie, and I'll stay for a few days.
Well, Grandpa, I'll come now.
All right!
All right!
You come together but I will return.
Sian's voice came out as he went, well well!
Chairo is a traditional dance of the hill people, it is served by the hill people in various seasonal festivals.
Tomorrow is the Poyal Kut or harvest festival of the Lusai tribe, which we Bengalis know as the Nabanna festival.
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Not a single shop in Thejwal is open.
It is understood long ago that it has become silent.
Raisima's shop is not supposed to be open either.
It's good that this water is muddy and you don't have to ride a bicycle anymore.
Surely it is locked inside.
With PC, Pistut's sister Suki.
It will be difficult to continue on the high and low and muddy mountain roads without lights.
Quite thoughtfully
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