24 April 2014
Remember a post from June 3, 2012 how after multiple decades, I had gone back to the hut I was born in? And then revisited in 2013?
We just heard that the straw on the thatched roof caught fire and got gutted!
So sad that one of those resources in life that had changed not a bit in 48 years of my life and was always supposed to remind me not to forget to keep my feet firmly to the ground, is no more.
I am certainly glad though that I was able to see it a couple of times (and took my sister in the last trip too) before it ceased to exist and create a lot of digital imprints of those memories!!!
I can relate to your sadness! But rest assured, we shall all undergo similar fate. It is just matter of time! And time will only heal and the sweet memory will linger on!!
Smritituku thak–ar beshi kichu bolar ney.