In the small village of Zunheboto, in Nagaland, lived Kohito. Fourteen year old Kohito was an orphan and badly neglected. The villagers were always busy attending to their own chores. Kohito lived in the morung with the other village lads, and though he somehow got his daily food, he got little else. He wanted to learn to make the dao, weave baskets, and hunt in the forests, but no one was willing to teach him.
"Go away, young fellow!" the basket weaver would shoo him away whenever Kohito's shadow fell on his workplace, shutting out light. The boy would wander off, feeling so very frustrated.
One day, he saw young Nedelie sharpening his dao. "Will you teach me to make a spear?" he asked. "Not now, later. I'm not free like you!" said that young man.
This made Kohito very angry. He marched off and parked himself against a clump of bamboos just outside the village. ‘I'm always free and up to no good, am I?' he thought, clenching his fists. ‘I must do something to win their respect. I must do something that no Naga of this village has done before.' The thought excited him. He began to think of things to do, things that would earn the gratitude of his fellow villagers. Just then he heard a song. The girls of the village were passing down the path a little away. They had pots in their khang and were on their way to the river that flowed down the hill slope some miles away. It was a long walk, and they sang to while away the time. That gave Kohito an idea. Water! Water was the biggest problem his village faced. And if he could dig a well, it would save the villagers a lot of exercise. They would not ignore him then. Kohito decided that he would dig a well right there. But he would not tell the villagers till it was ready because they might only scoff at his ideas. He began digging. It was a difficult task for someone so young. But Kohito did not lose heart. He dug and dug whenever he could.
Years rolled by and Kohito had grown into a strapping young man by the time he hit water. One day, a jet of fresh water spouted from the ground and splashed into his face, making him gasp. He was thrilled. Water, at last!
In a few days, his well was ready for use. He pulled out his chungas, filled it with water, and took a deep draught. When he heard the girls singing on their way to the river, he went after them. "Don't go so far for water," he said. "Come to my well. The water in it is crystal clear." At first they did not believe him. But curiosity got the better of them and they followed him. They were amazed to see the cool water rippling in the well.