‘Come here’ teacher called me. I was in the middle of sweeping the classroom, as the day was my turn. ‘Your brother is not well’ the teacher said. My memories were rolling around the stairs of hospital, where I used to walk with him. He has suffered a lot in this short span of two and half years. One day my grandfather came to the hostel and took me with him. My grandfather was a religious scholar who shared his love equally for all of us. He took me to Calicut, on the way he told me many stories, I do not remember the things he shared, although each point shared by him was valuable for me. As we reached Calicut, went to Calicut Medical College where my brother was admitted. I met my father and uncle. Brother was in ICU, so I could not see him. After spending couple of hours, I returned with grandfather. Following days were of Bakrid vacation. It was first Eid without my parents. They were in hospital with brother. I and my younger sister were in mother’s home. There, we were happy alt
Hyderabad was our destination, but the news of heavy rain confused us. It was not good time to set out the journey to the city of Nizams. After a long search and consultation with friends we selected Jog falls as the destination for our holiday trip. Jog fall was a new name for me, a man who has not visited much tourist places. When his friends were planning one day trips on weekends, he never participated in it, even though most of it was of Rs 0/-, sponsored by Indian railways. He seldom went for batch tours, as some thoughts of home where there was struggle for survival pulled him back from unnecessary expenditures. It may be surprising that he had passed through Kolkata many times. But he never visited Victoria Memorial, Kolkata Museum or any renowned tourist places, except having boat ride in Hooghly river under the Howrah bridge. Then it is not surprising to be unaware of Jog falls. Jog falls was one night away from Punganur, where I has been working for last four years. The ro