A far cry...!!
I usually don't prefer to live on past.Yet,I believe, one could't live without being haunted by that very past ! So here I am .... We had long holidays in our school during Christmas and it was our father's wish to send us to Deoghar where we had a beautiful house surrounded by garden. De- oghar was a much much quieter place during those days with few houses scattered here and there.Dhuki Mali -the caretaker of the property-took good care of the house including the beautiful garden-full of trees and flowers.The house -then known as Sripatinath Deb's House-was just at the corner of Bompas Town and not far from the station. Among other things I particularly remember of an afternoon when I was sitting near the window watching lines of trees just outside the boundary wall of our house.A madding wind was steadily and slowly blowing throughout the day.I was around 10 to 12 years of age-the perfect age for day dreaming. Sudd