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An advertisement made me go numb today. They have this KBC set up and a girl from north-eastern India is on the hot-seat. There's this off the television audience. They cover her family, anxious but obviously happy, the street boys who might have been whistling at her till yesterday, a brother type character and general north-east crowd in that 30-40 seconds run. Then they put across this question Kohima is part of which country? The girl goes for an audience poll. 100% say India. The host says everybody knows it. Then comes the clincher but how many feel it?
Goosebumps.

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  1. PurpleMooseJuly 18, 2014 at 7:38 AM

    oh, Ruby - this leaves me wondering - there is a back story here that 100 words won't allow. Thank you.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJuly 19, 2014 at 7:08 PM

      Yeah and I will try to cover it up in a series. Thank you for stopping by.

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  2. SiobhanJuly 18, 2014 at 12:50 PM

    I felt there was much more going on here than I knew, so I looked up Kohima and in the space of five minutes I learned a brief bit about the geography and history of the region. Then I came across the story that your story relates to ... Wow, a powerful statement that resonates in so many countries, including here in Ireland. Well told and thank you for sharing this story. :)

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsJuly 19, 2014 at 7:09 PM

      Thank you Siobhan. Oh and it makes me sad that such things happen at your place too. But guess people are people everywhere.

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