What could be more beautiful than an orchid ?

Bijenti Irengbam *

Together we form a sea;
We rage as a storm,
Together we are strong fists,
We shout, Freedom, Freedom;
We now accept that the earth and sky are forever changing,
but our Understanding of ourselves has proven more stubborn.

Still there is a cloud over our happy family scene in Manipur,
we are in trouble.

This ongoing crisis, people had lost properties and the economy is ruined in Manipur, that seemed impossible just to put a smile on our face. Life is movement. Streets are stories that are read and seen daily as headlines in our newspapers that fresh violence broke out in Manipur and on our news broadcasts.

However, there are still thousands of sufferers whose stories are never told. There are thousands of families whose pain is never seen or heard. Every day we hear fierce gun fight between Meitei and Kuki, mass destruction , in fear and the list goes on. Life on earth is crappy, and I think we’re living in a unhappy world. It’s dynamic and pulsating like a swift moving river.

To be in a contented and happy state is to be in a state of flow where our thoughts and feelings follow a natural current and there is no inner friction or need to check in on our anxiety every five minutes.

When we feel in flow, our body feels light. Love of home, love of land, love of our State, and love of our ancestors creates Manipur landscape. People have survived many storms here, economic, social, and agricultural, and they thrive on faith. During our childhood, we read comics about war stories and enjoyed watching war films. Taoist philosophy says that there are two dimensions to human life.

The first is the one that precedes a person’s birth, and the second is the one after his or her birth.

In fact, birth marks the crossing of the threshold between these two “Heavens,” as they are called in Taoism. Earlier Heaven represents everything that “is” or happens before birth—that is, before the moment when a human being appears in our world. Later Heaven refers to everything that “is” or happens afterward until death.

The word “war” is derived from the Old English “wyrre,” which means “to bring into confusion.”

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table. —W. H. AUDEN.

This ongoing Crisis despair rolls over us, like a dark cloud filling a clear sky, as I begin to comprehend their resilience in this appalling human disaster. Our village volunteer had sacrificed their life for our land.

They are one gentle soul shattered by a ruthless enemy. What is the most effective way to reduce the pain within ? How do we use a painfree heart to address the challenge of temptation, compulsion, and addiction ?

What could be more beautiful than an orchid ?

Yet the orchid depends on a fungus for the germination and growth of its seedlings. We search desperately for truth, love, and acceptance in various communities, shifting our beliefs and standards to fit until we find the acceptance we desperately needed. What is our highest desire on this planet ? When will the violence in Manipur end ? In fact, it is our birth right to live in freedom. We certainly have the choice.

In a time not so long ago, the family lived at Kangchup Chingkhong and Koutruk area. It was a place where children played freely in the streets, laughter filled the air, and neighbors knew each other by name. The families, had their own share of joys, dreams, and aspirations, hoping for a future that would bring prosperity and happiness.

But that evening, the tranquility that had embraced them was shattered by a deafening explosion that ripped through the very core of their existence, without warning or mercy, striking their houses. The sudden violence and chaos that followed engulfed the many family in a nightmare they could never have imagined.

As the walls trembled and the ceiling caved in, villagers fought through the darkness and amid the relentless echoes of distant gunfire and the unceasing drone in the skies, most of the family’s existence had irrevocably shifted.

The road sometimes has low-visibility turns, and there can be areas of mist and storms that occlude the path. These are the times in our life when we’re “in the fog,” where we have difficulty seeing or foreseeing clearly because we can’t see what will happen next. All the words fell flat, scattered on the ground.

Loss can be difficult to process without information. It can leave us feeling lost, hurt, and uncertain about our future.