The family had a couple of houses in Jhargram. Well, we had considerably more than a couple of houses, the entire market was built on land my great-grandfather donated from the family estate, but by the time we came along it was just a house on my grandfathers side, and a house on my grandmothers. The grandfatherly house had permanent residents (cousins of my mother), so whenever we visited - and it was rare, because the annual Durga pujas has stopped by then - we stayed at the maternal abode. This morning reminds me of those mornings: the sense of clarity and peace the coolness of dawn brings, especially when its punctuated with stray crow-call sand the sound of brooms hitting the ground. The gold-edged eastern leaves and grass, and the house would cast its shadow beyond the western boundary wall and onto the red road outside. A low mist would sometime hang in the distance, lending a soothing, almost physical caress to the sense of solitude in the landscape. Going back to rotten Calcutta after living in IIT will be hard. This place, with its lakey mist and greenery, has become the vessel for so many of my blissful childhood memories, homeless for years in my loud urban life. I think well stay here for as long as I can.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 02:20:21 +0000
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