Andrew B.

"It’s fitting that I run into Andrew Lyndem and Ratul Hajong on the streets of Laitumkhrah. After dark. When the air is filled with the hurried bustle of after-office shoppers and the languid, restless torpor of youngsters. There isn’t much by way of entertainment in Shillong, and on autumn evenings like these, the youth claim the outside as their own—spilling onto pavements, clustering around aloo-muri vendors, standing below yellow-light lamp posts that cast long shadows into the night. It’s fitting beca