With a harmonica strapped to his chest and a guitar in his hand, Akhu got onstage. The crowd cheered. And the Northeast Festival got off to a thumping start. Akhu strummed his guitar and sang “Chinky Boy Song”, which he had written in memory of Nido Tania, the student from Arunachal Pradesh who lost his life to racial violence in Delhi earlier this year.
Once every two months, I would accompany Baba to a quaint little shop on Chowringhee Street that was called ‘Pen Hospital’. Baba would take out the pen and hand it over to the old man who owned the shop.