This woman is childless and always kept a large slice of her love and affection for me. I was not the only one. Anyone in the village who just looked at her got it without any thing in return. She continues to do it for my children. With magic in her hands, she prepares delicacies from the most unworthy of raw food in her kitchen.I am deeply indebted to this woman for all her love and affection to my whole family and I call her Suna Nuabou.
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The temple of our village Godess Kshetrapala. My mother used to pray her day and night whenever I fell sick and always used promise to offer ripe bananas and milk of our black cow when I got well.
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He was very strong and stout in his youth. With no education Ranga Bhai was simply rustic and reckless. He was and still is our immediate neighbour but I used to respect this man as he used to beat many white-collared babus while playing cards in our village temple during the hot summer months. I was always a spectator during the summer vacation and used to admire the brave games Ranga Bhai used to play.
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Chanda Apa is mother-like. Her son and myself were classmates and her husband was always there at school whenever we were a bit late. In those days every house in the village was my house and more so was Chanda Apa's as her son was my close friend. I'm indebted to her love and philanthropy in feeding me many a time.
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This is how the low sky-line in front of my house looks.
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Many in the village call him a crook but I regard this man. He inspired me during my childhood with a strong sense of humour often infusing a good amount of rustic slang in his vocabulary but amused everybody including shy bohus of the village. I still believe with his strong sense of humour he can never be a crook and wish him long life.
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Backyard of my house.
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