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About two months ago, a sultry July afternoon played host to some oldies of Manipur with ripe delicious mangoes and luscious pine-apples to my house. The purpose was solely for the rejuvenation of the waning friendship of ten of us with receding hairlines and grey patches who had seen seventy winters of triumphs and tragedies of life. It was nice to see my childhood friends, my high school and college...