Teiyaso

Now, I’m going to share a true story of my life. Happened some 15-20 years back when I was barely a 10-12-year-old boy. Coming from a small village in Arunachal Pradesh, the families are well-knitted and share emotions in both happy and sad times. Apart from that, sharing vegetables and farm produce with neighbours and relatives are a common practice. This incident happened when I was carrying vegetables for my paternal aunt to another village. She was married off to a nearby village, merely 20 minutes’ walk from my home. That day, my grandmother plucked some fresh vegetables from our farm and told me to carry  them to aunt’s house. It was a holiday from school. Hung the bag on my shoulder, was happily walking down the narrow muddy road, and looking around the green and dancing paddy field. After crossing two streams, I could see my aunt village from a distance. As I about to enter my aunt’s village, I saw smokes coming up from under a tree. When I went near to the...