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  1. en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Mamang_DaiMamang Dai - Wikipedia

    Mamang Dai is an Indian poet, novelist and journalist based in Itanagar, Arunachal Pradesh. She received Sahitya Akademi Award in 2017 for her novel The Black Hill . Life. Mamang Dai was born on 29 February 1957 at Pasighat, East Siang district, to Matin Dai and Odi Dai. Her family belongs to the Adi tribe.

  2. Mamang Dai is an Indian author who writes in English and Adi. She is a journalist based in Itanagar, Arunachal Pradesh, best known as a poet and novelist. The Sky Queen, The Black Hill, Stupid Cupid, Mountain Harvest: The Food of Arunachal Pradesh and River Poems are her acclaimed works.

  3. Mamang Dai is a poet and novelist writing in English, from Arunachal Pradesh in India’s northeast. Her mother tongue is Adi. Dai is the first woman of her state to have been selected to the IAS/IFS. However she gave up her career in the Civil Service to pursue a career in journalism.

  4. Mamang Dais is one of the most powerful and sincere creative voices emerging from the Northeast India. Her literary oeuvre reveals the glory of her homeland, the pristine beauty of its natural landscape, the rich and varied culture, tribal folklore and the splendid oral tradition of the region.

  5. Mamang Dais is one of the most powerful and sincere creative voices emerging from the Northeast India. Her literary oeuvre reveals the glory of her homeland, the pristine beauty of its natural landscape, the rich and varied culture, tribal folklore and the splendid oral tradition of the region.

  6. Mamang Dai, celebrated writer from Arunachal Pradesh often glorifies nature in its primordial form. She celebrates both the mystic as well as the commonplace that nature radiates; exploring myths behind the ‘forces of nature’, and thus leading the reader to ecological forests and magic drum beats.

  7. www.jstor.org › stable › 23006007Mamang Dai - JSTOR

    Mamang Dai ARUNACHAL The Voice of the Mountain From where I sit on the high platform I can see the ferry lights crossing criss-crossing the big river. I know the towns, the estuary mouth. There, beyond the last bank where the colour drains from heaven I can outline the chapters of the world. The other day a young man arrived from the village.