This section features memories mostly from my childhood memories in the countryside and the recent past.
The days are unusually calm, some ten miles away from the nearest town. Just the plain sight of the church and the bell on top the small hill gives us comfort. No one ventured out of the guarded limit. It’s threatening to one’s life to simply venture out of the small and hilly village. ‘Tomorrow’s … Read more
It’s only yesterday evening since the western musical night took place. We’re still in hungover mood from yesterday’s. But now we’re back in the hills and fields resuming work at a stone’s throw distance each. When a friend started a line from one of yesterday’s song, friends help him sing, humming along the greenery of … Read more
As a farm boy who grew up in the countryside, I’d spent considerable amount of times in the fields and in the open terrains of valleys and hills. Before we could offer help, we’re only accompanying the grownups as they work in the fields. The narrow valleys, which are too narrow to called them as … Read more
Avian flu, locally known as fowl plague, hit our region. We kept flocks of chicken and few ducks with us, to meet our extra demand of protein for hard-working people, and as a hobby. It’s our duty to keep them safe, as an obligated owner and protector. So, we made hand-woven cage from bamboos to … Read more
