.Good-bye Chandenagare.

My dad welcomed me with a rough voice as I entered the house. Ato dari holo kano! Janis na train ta miss hoye jabe to(why are you so late! We are going to miss the train...). We were going to grandpa’s house that day. Since the death of my grandma’s death, a year ago we call it only grandpa’s house…..everybody calls their grandparent‘s house as mamarbari (uncle’s house) in Bengali. We (me and my bro) thought about that for some time and decided to call it dadur bari (grandpa’s house) as we didn’t have any maternal uncle!! Okay back to present time …me and my dad exchanged some hard words then drank our morning tea and go up to dress. My dad got out of the house first to the nearest auto rickshaw stand to catch a rickshaw to the station. Then I and my mom came out. During that time I remembered doing something very silly that morning …I posted on facebook that I will go to my grandpa’s house for 1&1/2 days ! But I’m writing the post as if I’m going for a week or so…! I also posted a link of a song & wrote above it “this is my last song for 2 days!”!!!How silly I’m…but I guess life is full of sillyness or else we wouldn’t enjoy it as we do, and in facebook that silliness is sometimes acknowledged .Other than that I talked with a friend who was going to dinner with her hubby. I shared some links and then said the goodbyes and went offline. I remember there was a thick fog, which have faded now, but is still dense and moist in my thoughts. I wish my bro can be with me that day but he can’t because of his exam … I get bored without him present. I don’t know what to expect for the following days. Perhaps a happy grandpa and an even happier little bro! Well life is lonely if only you think it in that way. We boarded an auto rickshaw and went towards the station. I cannot explain my emotion at that point of time …. I was feeling happy for I was going to my grandpa’s house but also sad for leaving my town. The roads were covered with dense fog. The bright lights of cars cutting their way through the moist clouds. In my heart echoed – goodbye Chandenagare ; goodbye my town!

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Blogger’s note: This passage was written during the train journey to my grandpa’s.