Rakhon lives with his family on Champu Khangpok, a phumdi village on Loktak Lake populated by around 1,500 people. 'My great great grandfather lived here, and those before him. How can we fish in the Loktak waters without having the safety of our huts? The high winds and rough weather could kill us anytime', he says.

Strong virtue, like strong nature, struggles still, / Exerts itself, and then throws off the ill.

As always, however, there is no such thing as a free lunch, and we mammals must pay for the convenience of homeothermy by eating many extra lunches.

The Chanfron, Chamfrein, or Shaffron took it's denomination from that part of the horse's head it covered, and was a kind of mask of iron, copper, or brass, and sometimes of jacked leather, enclosing the face and ears, some of these chanfrons seem to have been contrived as to hinder a horse from seeing right before him, perhaps to prevent his being intimidated by any object against which he might be directed, so as to cause him to start aside, or lessen the celerity of his charge.