Being at home means absolute bliss. I know that’s a cliche now. But
still I just can’t stop chattering about how perfect the weather was, or
how finger licking good was the food or how fun it is to have a pet who
listens to all your commands. There was rain and sunshine and even the
garden lizard seem to be awaiting my return.
Grandmother’s home in Madhupur gazillion times. All my cousins get to
meet up only during special occasions.
cousin brother seemed to get into the mood, brought the Dhol from my
uncle’s home and started playing it. No he doesn’t know how to play it.
He could have used a cooking vessel as well
joined the Bihu gang of little kids, one by one my Aunts, uncles,
cousins and even my grandma came out and started dancing Bihu. Biker too
took the instrument from a kid and started playing something or the
other. It was fun to watch them laughing and dancing together – to watch
the true essence of celebrating a festival, being a family and enjoying
fish curry, desi chicken and mixed veg. we all went for a walk, in my
uncle’s tea garden. The area has become unsafe now as leopards,
elephants and small tigers frequently visit the place.
picture where the car is parked, a herd of elephants had eaten manure
that was stored there just the day before our visit. As people are
encroaching on Animal’s land, they are encroaching on ours too.
The sun was setting when we started from Madhupur.
A day later we visited my maternal uncle’s home. The place still
looks the same. Biker tried catching a fish from my uncle’s fishery, but
after looking at the bait he let my brother do it. They did catch a
fish, a small one though.