After the week long complete shutdown of Christmas and New Year in Mizoram, I can finally see signs of work again. At least in my neighborhood, at least in our compound.
Time to pickup the fallen leaves.
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On Christmas Eve
I wanted to have a haircut. I drove down to Bawngkawn, the nearest concentration of barbers.
But I wasn’t the only one who wanted a haircut on Christmas Eve. All the saloons were packed. After going back and forth, I settled on my regular on.
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