Lost count of the times I’ve been asked how ‘dangerous’ my homeland is. In my initial years of studying outside Nagaland, downplaying this stereotype was a trait I carefully nurtured. I was insanely frustrated and ashamed of the ‘tag’ our state bore. (1/5)
Over the years, I’ve come to realise how insanely naive it was on my part. Coming from a place of privilege, from the comfort of my home, I was disgustingly oblivious to the wider spectrum of the underlying issues taking place. Taking place in my own backyard. (2/5)
