Mizo Writings in English

  The year leaves softly, Heavy with what I could not mend, I set it down without protest, Tired, but still believing.   The new y...

  It's late at night or in the very early hours of the morning that it happens. When the hubbub of the world is stilled, and all is sile...

Mid-June, mid-monsoon, raindrops cluster on windows, tree branches sway in the wind outside. The front page of Vanglaini this morning carr...

  They come alive where light enters not, Where blight blankets the deep undergrowth, Where one has to squat and squint, To chance upon th...

I n all societies, when a person dies, family, friends, and neighbours respond in structured, patterned ways to the death. Cultural guidelin...