As I reminisced about my 1940's childhood days in Jiribam, a remote place in the state of Manipur in North East India, I couldn't help but scribble all the memories which came flashing back to me like waves on the ocean. I have written about those memories in stories, in poems and in letter form to my nephew Gojen. Some of the names in my stories are fictitious as I reconstruct the stories, which I heard from my father and Uncle Chandrahas. Also I have included my journal entries since the time I had moved to Canada and later to USA revealing the trials and tribulations I had experienced...

As I reminisced about my 1940's childhood days in Jiribam, a remote place in the state of Manipur in North East India, I couldn't help but scribble all the memories which came flashing back to me like waves on the ocean. I have written about those memories in stories, in poems and in letter form to my nephew Gojen. Some of the names in my stories are fictitious as I reconstruct the stories, which I heard from my father and Uncle Chandrahas. Also I have included my journal entries since the time I had moved to Canada and later to USA revealing the trials and tribulations I had experienced...