Please let me, let me start.
Please let me, let me start.
I want to tell you about this place I live.
The sidewalks are sort of like highways.
The people are sort of like cars.
We all say the beauty as we walk.
We say it out loud instead of having conversations or thinking.
We are happy and busy people.
Let me tell you about Ukhrul.
No one goes to police bazar for no reason.
Times Square is empty, silent at night
Vines grow from the walls.
In Ukhrul, no one looks at celebrities.
We are in the north-east beauty Centre.
We never eat other than non-veg in restaurant.
We never eat at chain restaurants.
We welcome to all friends to visit our place.
Tourists are always walking around the city.
No matter how you do it, of course we have to live in.
That hope has got to on and on.
Just remember every single possible place you could ever go, go toShilui lily peak.
Experience the snow fall in the small lily mountain.
See the entire Villages in your eyes.
See, it’s easy like a birth eyes.
Let me tell you about Ukhrul more and more.
-Kharingyo Shimrah
The Everyday City 