One fine early morning in summer, I went to the terrace of our house with mom. Usually I was habituated with the early risings in hostel and I can’t stay back to bed after 5 A.M., anyhow.
I found a queer thing that day. My white dove has laid two eggs. It was a special gift to me by my grand pa on my last birthday. Whenever I come to my house, a bit long time I devote for this pair. The White Dove is a small bird. It does not fly straight for long distances but rather flutters about. So, when I saw their eggs, my joys knew no bound. My mom told that the eggs will hatch 14-16 days after being laid. Since then till it hatched, one of my prime job was to see and watch to their nest in the volary.
Choco dadu and grand pa also assisted me and told me various facts about the eggs of the doves. One day, Choco Dadu told,” Today I will tell you an incident of our neighbour hood. It happened between our two friends. I want to tell you that how honesty is rewarded. “
He started,” In our vilage of Khayerpur, we had a team of five friends. We often went to the woods to hunt the flying birds But Ramen and Kushal never did so. They had an excessive love for birds. Kushal had volaries in his house. He belonged to a well to do family where he could afford to keep a large species of birds. Some were caught in the woods while others were bought too. His father bought them from the city and always encouraged him on it. On the other hand, Ramen was the son of a grocer. His father could never have dreamt to expense anything on the birds as an extra expense other than on his family members. I, many a time, roamed about in the grassy lands of our beautiful place and caught birds for him.”
Here, let me tell you all a little bit about my Choco Dadu. I had already mentioned earlier that we had never asked Choco- Dadu anything about his past. It is from ‘his’ information only that I have come to know a vivid description about his childhood and the place where he resided. He told me,” I am born and brought up in West Tripura, a place with exquisite scenic beauty, a serene place on the lap of our mother India. My father was the chief advisor of the king Bir Bikram Kishore Manikya. Tripura was originally a princely State. After the death of Bir Bikram Kishore Manikya in May 1947, a council of regency under the leadership of his widowed wife Maharani Kanchanpura Devi took over charge of administration on behalf of the minor prince Kirit Bikram Kishore Manikya. Maharani respected him as her elder brother and he continued to be the advisory. Monarchy came to its end on 9th September 1947. After that he joined the Legislative Assembly which was formed in July 1963. Our home town was rich in flora and fauna; the scenic beauty of the hilly terrains, interspersed with splash green valleys in between .I had my maternal home near Kunjaban palace, which offers a picturesque scenic beauty.” He seemed never to get tired of while speaking of his place and childhood days.
Choco- Dadu continued, “Ramen and Kushal were
two lively neighbourhood boys. Kushal possessed several beautiful birds, while Ramen
had only two or three birds and these were plain and ordinary types.