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The second return is linguistic. You grew up speaking Meiteilon, but somewhere along the way, English became your armor. One day, your grandmother calls you “ kaangon ” and you realize you can’t recall the word for dew in your own tongue. Shame wraps around you like a cold shawl. So you begin again. You listen to old Khamba Thoibi ballads. You write wakhal in a torn notebook. Slowly, the forgotten words return—not as strangers, but as old friends who forgave you long ago. Edomcha khomjaobi. The language comes home.

To the Manipuri soul reading this: When was the last time something came back to you? A person. A word. A fragrance. A melody. A version of you that you buried too soon. Edomcha Khomjaobi 5

The third is cultural. You had stopped caring about Lai Haraoba —the merrymaking of the gods. It felt too loud, too rustic, too “unmodern.” But this year, you stand at the puja mandop and watch the maibis dance. The pena sings a note that bypasses your brain and strikes your ribs directly. You cry without knowing why. The festival returns to you—not as ritual, but as rhythm. Edomcha khomjaobi. The ancestor in your blood finally stops pacing. The second return is linguistic