A boyhood Memoir : My Choto Pishe
An extract from My Choto Pishe : A boyhood memoir - Goutam Moitra It’s a song that is lost in the winds of the earth. But the winds still carry a few reveries of that journey. He swam in the lake in the odd mornings of summer and a few times I was lucky to accompany him. He swam with ease while I struggled with my strokes. One time, I was on the brink of being drowned. That saviour hand stretched to get a hold of me in that moment. But his face would not make you feel that it could turn so serious with the deep waters welcoming me into their womb. On school holidays, we would visit his house so often. His house that was just a quick stroll away on a route and in those days people loved to stroll through it. And if it was a morning, a barber would be sitting with his tools on call in the visitor’s room attending to him , as he leisurely lay down. In those days, children were often rebuked for listening to Radio-stations airing anything other than the local programs - the S