Two girls from Little Flower School, Imphal. One moved to Australia. The other posted: "Eteima, you forgot our promise to open a bookstore together. I am still saving money. Mathu Nabagi Wari." The Australian friend didn't reply, but strangers sent the writer books in the mail.
“Still waiting for that night that never came… I had built the story of your return in a corner of my mind — incomplete, vague, yet sweet. But you never came. I am still waiting, perhaps foolishly. You know why? Waiting for someone you once loved becomes a habit. Even if they never return. Never ever.” eteima lukhrabi mathu nabagi wari facebook story
Because one day, her story will end — not because it was finished, but because we were too late to listen. Two girls from Little Flower School, Imphal