(আমার ছোটবেলার বেরে উঠার একটা ছবি। যে ভাবে ওরা আমার ছোটদাদুর গল্প শুনতে শুনতে গল্পের জগতে ঘুরে বেড়াচ্ছে, আমিও একি রকমভাবে দাদুর গল্পে মগ্ন হয়ে গল্পের জগতে ঘুরে বেড়াতাম। আর ওই দুরে ব্যাট বল খেলা ধান কাটার পর ধানের জমিতে। উফফ!,,,,,,,
(Here is a glimpse of my childhood in one picture. Listening story from my grandfather (like them I used to roam in the story's world) and playing cricket in an unused crop field. ufffhhhhh....)
one missing piece of childhood-"the kite"
Memory, Once I lived, enjoyed so much.
I do not remember my own grandfather but I remember my youngest grandfather Shri Biswanath Biswas (শ্রী বিশ্বনাথ বিশ্বাস). In brief, he was a refugee and fled to India with my grandfather and others almost 10 years before the Bangladesh Liberation War (1971). He used to be a Jaigir (someone who used to do household work for someone else's house in return the owner of that house let him stay and let him continue with his education). After completing his BA degree in economics he returns to our present village and with others, he established our present Primary School. After serving a few years as a primary school teacher he joined as an officer of the food supply corporation of India (FCI). The best part is he never left his root, his family, or his village.
This photo was taken back on the 29th of September 2017.
