Now that the year 2005 has gone, leaving behind many sad events. It won't come back anymore.

For the whole three hundred and sixty four days, every night I dreamt of peace the very next day, ironically every morning I woke up with another sad story.

Being a writer I couldn't do anything but cried without tears in my eyes and so my poor pen who always asked for, "Give me more", to started crying and starts writing another sad story.

For me too, the year 2005 was not that good but somehow it has transformed me into a complete different man. I was hospitalized two times and there were some moments I thought I am going to die.

Even the doctors examining me were sure about me. Luckily I survived, I was diagnosed with some minor infection and so I am back on my track again. God has given me another chance to live, a reason; yes there must be a reason to live.

I look up and see the clear blue sky, watch the nature, its beauty, greenery surrounding and all the beautiful lovely people.

Every morning from the roof top of my house I look around, I could see the beautiful gentle Cheirouching with nicely crafted in cursive the letters U.F.O on top of it, the wonderfully tall radio station tower, all high rise buildings with many newly installed mobile phone towers and so on.

Then I started my routine walk, I watch and observed people from all walks of life. Teenagers going for tuitions, little girls giggling happily with youthful happy go, lucky expression on their faces, young boys speeding their bikes, colorful dresses.

In the evening I walk along the Kwairamband bazaar, watching vegetable sellers, old and young ladies selling their goods, negotiating with many customers, dimmed lights of candle and kerosene lamps lined up in front of them, what a sight, all these beautiful, lovely people.

God create us all, to live and die, yes we must all die one day but there must be a reason, a reason for our creation, a reason to live or die for. Let that reason be a meaningful, responsible, sensible one.

Why all these killings? Why all these hatreds? Is this what we are here for? The meaning, the purpose, the reason. Shall I continue writing all these sad stories?

Shall I write about Manorama? Shall I write about Sharmila? Shall I continue writing the plights of many sad people? My overused pen is no more asking for more but crying for more.

I am a writer and somehow I shall continue writing. I welcomed this year 2006 with hope and dream of peace, love and the feelings of fraternity among us.

No more killing, no more hatred, no more feeling of segregation, no more polarization.

Peace! Peace in Manipur. Peace everywhere.

Let me wake up another peaceful good year.

Let me wind up for now my usual way with this few lines from legendary British singer and social activist late John Lennon,

"Imagine there's
no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...".