A poignant moment from this trip
The lower portion of the picture below is from five years back when I had made the trek to see the hut made of dirt and straw that I was born in. My connection to the hut goes back over five decades back. It was a very powerful moment to get in touch with my past – so up, close and personal.
This time when I went to create the intersection point with Jagannath-da and Santo-da, they walked me back to my hut. I was aware of this – but I saw it first time with my own eyes – the hut is no more. (upper part of the picture below). The straw caught fire a few years back and the rains took care of the unprotected dirt walls after that.
It was another powerful moment to realize how a big part of my history has fallen victim to the vagaries of time. On the other hand, I was really really glad that I was able to see it (in fact, twice) in the last few years and even took my brother and sister to see the hut!!
Ah! Old order changeth, yielding place to new!!
Love this story
#legend
Left speechless…
Amazing saga of events and sensitivity attached to it…..makes it touching.
I’m moved!
How come you were born in the hut??
I PMed you lest I misunderstood your question.
I think I wrote it wrong. I wanted to ask why not in a hospital
You are an inspiration to all of us!
Meenakshi, surely you have higher standards
Rajib Roy, greatness with humility is the highest standards one can have!
Such nostalgia tugs at the heart, Rajib … stay blessed always!
Lovely …thank you for sharing.
I once again believe Rajib that you are caught in the wrong profession, you ought to be a story teller, an author,… đŸ˜•
Lucky you.. to be blessed with opportunities to get back to roots….
Loved it… Is it in Bainchi ?
Debipur. Next station from Bainchi
Oh yes..