Last Friday i was at a house of one of my student out at Burung. Actually i had gone to visit her father since i had heard little earlier that he had some strange looking stones in his belongings. The man did hesitate to show up but i made him convince that i just wanted to see it and take some photographs. Then he showed me some...those stones according to him was gathered from the forest when he had gone for collecting woods...The one that really caught my attention was a small quartz!!
BY SHITAL PRADHAN A small hamlet in an eastern side Silent raush on its way, The old silk route, More older it look Upon which I stay, Hey that’s Rongli, Rongli my birthplace Years went by, years dried up, Yet the small village is as it was, Silent, peaceful and introvert Today’s picture of Rongli, Houses as station bogie, Looks a cradle, from Chujachen, Upon which the blue sky, As if I can touch thee, Roaring River, As the legend we hear, Still watch with glee, The terror of 1890 somewhat forgotten, Yet another terrorizing moment, 68 was the year… 1968, When sky too wasn’t pleased. That was Rongli, Rongli of the past. Playing along the Baar-Pepal tree, Hiding in the Shivalaya, Watching videos and aloft Is a decent memory, now? Sweet time in treasure, Yet when I am in Rongli, I am happy, in whither sweet. Rongli my birthplace !
hey....There was an old bongthing in Lingdok who used to work in teh erstwhile mines of the Dikchu....he too had a real good collection of ores and stones. he claimed some were Sadaer long (i hope u know them)...but true to the myth these stones fine shapes...
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