There was a light drizzle, mist all around and a chill in the air. Having started from Imphal in the morning, the bus had reached the outskirts of Kohima now. Despite the horrible roads and a largely uncomfortable bus, the ride had been the most delightful, courtesy the beautiful climate of Naga Hills. My nostrils were greedily inhaling the fresh air while the tyre puncture was being attended to. There, right in front of my window, was a little shop where two pretty girls could be seen giggling.