How lovely it feels to see our Kolkata house from this angle! It's an overwhelming feeling to see the house we grew up in, The house that was built by Babu and Ma. The house that was their dream come true. The house I left after marriage and Nellie entered after hers. Anecdotes that i share with Biryani took place here in that room... That terrace, that balcony.
Babu's flower garden on the terrace, the swing standing tall in the midst of the tiny pots and plants. That's where I sat to gaze at the sky and watch clouds, sometimes a butterfly that sat on a flower would be a pleasing distraction. Memories of bhai and I getting wet in the rain on the roof while Ma slept in the afternoon. Bursting crackers during Diwali with my favourite Dada and playing Holi with Bhai and Ashim Mama.
The days of the Gopal Dada festival in the house when their would be Bhajan, kirtan and we kids running up and down whole day. Choto Mama, Sona Mashi, Boro mashi,mesho and paltan would be here and so many people throughout the week. Cousins sleeping together in the balcony during those cold December nights... Sky gazing inside the moshari(mosquito net) when power cuts were normal. Aah! I am inundated with memories and I can keep writing pages on this building which we call Our Home.
The topmost balcony on the left is now adorned by Nellie and her plants. Glad to see how she has beautifully transformed the flat into a cozy, warm nest for bhai and her ❤️ The home where my parents reside. The home where lives our Gopal Dada. The home where Biryani went after her birth. The home filled with memories both happy and sad. The home that I love.
Home... I may be far from you but never far enough to not feel you.
