On a cold Kohima night, the dew drips from the tin roof on the ceiling.
No heater and no fire. All wrapped up in our hand-woven wool shawls,
we sit watching the television. Two boys and one girl and our mother.
With a blow of the wind, electricity is cut off.
We all sit quiet and unmoving. Our mother gets up and looks for a Taper.
She lights it and complains, “Nobody moves when the lights go out.
Why do I always have to be the one to get the taper?”
We all sit quiet, wrapped in our 4-ply shawls because we know next time
she will complain, “Why do you all have to reach for the Taper” when the lights go out?”