Like all animals and humans on Earth, I cannot help but believe that my ancestors were once alive. In my house, too, I have heard several times many accounts of the deeds of our forefathers. But it was quite understandable that everything was quite vague and largely dependent on guesswork. Anyway, for now, the marriage of the second of our generation from the father’s side is over. The first one was my female ancestor. Not siblings, but Khuratuto. I was not present during her marriage. One reason was because of my family feud, and secondly, because it was quite funny and memorable. The day after her marriage was my first day of school. I can't say exactly the first time I went to school. Because, before that, I went to a former primary school, with whom I will have eternal affection even after some years. But I don't remember that first day of school at all. Although I don't know if it is unreasonable to forget the memory of two years and two and a half-month-old. Anyway, the fact is that I was not present at my didi's wedding, only the memory exists. However, there should be no more sorrow than the wedding feast, because her in-laws' house was a walking distance from ours, in the same neighbourhood.

         In this context, it is good to talk about my neighbourhood. The name of our neighbourhood is Gayalapara. Kshirodtala stops if you take the main road to Madhya Howrah from Howrah Maidan. Goyalapara started as Hridoy Krishna Banerjee's first bye lane, entered after coming over the Kaliprasad Banerjee lane for a few minutes. It is an indicator of this 'Goylapara' that the house with its name also belongs to my borojethu. Again, the Goylapara boys' association, like Somnath Ghosh's name, is associated with the name of this neighbourhood, my grandmother and her other four sisters.