Swapan Karmakar 'THE JOURNEY SO FAR': A NOVEL
To read the Author's Message and go to the 'Beginning' of TJSF, click here.
To read the Author's Message and go to the 'Beginning' of TJSF, click here.
After going through Piyali’s story, I left a message for Shubham on his Whatsapp messenger.
‘Hi Shubham!’-As I read Piyali’s story, I felt it was very tragic for her and on your part as well.
Don’t blame yourself for whatever happened. I am sure, if you had any hint of her feelings, you would have never let her go this way.
These are all those experiences in life which you have found strength from.I hope there are lots of better things that have happened in your life since then and I am eagerly waiting to listen to those.Do revert. We are leaving day after tomorrow for Chennai and then to Mumbai.Keep me posted through email about the rest of your story.
For two weeks there was no response from his side.
I requested my company manager to arrange an official visit to the Islands.
I must know the rest of his story. I decided to meet Shubham. So I left him an email, inviting him to meet me as soon as I landed in the islands.
Finally I met him a day after I reached there at the LH Restaurant in the vicinity of a beautiful entertainment park near the sea shore, near the college where he still finds memories of his love and the scar that he told me about that day.
‘Why were you not responding Shubham? Is everything fine with you?’-He looked so upset with his eyes misting over but remained immovable.
Wiping the tears, he said-“I lost Moumita once again”.
I was stunned.
‘Where and when did you find her?’
‘Hi Shubham!’-As I read Piyali’s story, I felt it was very tragic for her and on your part as well.
Don’t blame yourself for whatever happened. I am sure, if you had any hint of her feelings, you would have never let her go this way.
These are all those experiences in life which you have found strength from.I hope there are lots of better things that have happened in your life since then and I am eagerly waiting to listen to those.Do revert. We are leaving day after tomorrow for Chennai and then to Mumbai.Keep me posted through email about the rest of your story.
For two weeks there was no response from his side.
I requested my company manager to arrange an official visit to the Islands.
I must know the rest of his story. I decided to meet Shubham. So I left him an email, inviting him to meet me as soon as I landed in the islands.
Finally I met him a day after I reached there at the LH Restaurant in the vicinity of a beautiful entertainment park near the sea shore, near the college where he still finds memories of his love and the scar that he told me about that day.
‘Why were you not responding Shubham? Is everything fine with you?’-He looked so upset with his eyes misting over but remained immovable.
Wiping the tears, he said-“I lost Moumita once again”.
I was stunned.
‘Where and when did you find her?’
PART 6
The Scar
People change with time, so do friends. People part for one or the other reason, so do good friends. Sometimes we let them go even when we never want to, sometimes they leave us right during schooling or college or for the sake of career.
Everyone does leave at some point of time. We cannot hold them forever with us. What remains with us, are just memories associated with them.
However Shubham was very lucky to be in constant touch with many of his childhood friends, and with a few them he used to talk over a cup of tea or a lunch regularly or through facebook chat.
07 Oct 2016
That day was a regular routine day for Shubham.
He was already late for his office. He was about to shut down his laptop and was thinking to rush like a biker. He was a usual ‘facebooker’.
As he was about to sign off for that time-being, his eyes rolled over the friend request.
Quickly he checked and a hidden smile popped up on his face. He accepts the friend request and reluctant to go for his routine job, he sits on the chair and loses himself in a different world.
‘The world where he could see the flashbacks of 16 years of his past in bits and pieces.’
After few minutes a message pops up; ‘How are you?’ It has been long time. It’s good to reach out and see old childhood friends again.
The message was from one of his childhood friends, Tisha.
Shubham woke up from his flashbacks and replied; ‘Yes, indeed. I am fine dear!’ How about you Tisha?
Tisha-‘I m good Shubham, settled in Kolkata, a proud homemaker, have a 10 year kid.’
As he continued his chat with Tisha, his heart and mind took abrupt diversions and the surroundings got invaded by the smiling face of "MOUMITA"-his unfixed Love! Shubham felt wistful longing for those reminiscences.
‘Are you in touch with any of our classmates, Tisha?’-Shubham asked curiously.
Tisha replied-‘yes, with Ishita and Moumita.’
‘Moumita, where is she now? How are her parents? How about her life, what she does, when did they leave from the islands?’-Shubham was selfishly expecting if this could be the answers for his search that turned defeating in 2005 and 2008 then.
Without delay, Tisha replied-‘Moumita and her parents are settled in Kolkata. Moumita is working in Healthcare.’
‘Oh Ok! Has she got married or not?’-Shubham asked.
‘No Shubham, she didn't.’
‘I and Ishita met her last year when Ishita came here to meet us’-Tisha replied.
And then, the Scar that left Shubham immensely in a depressed state once many years back, only got deeper and deeper as his seven years of search for his escaped friend and love just reached the destiny.
“Behind every scar there is an untold story of survival.”
The Scar; only made Shubham a better person, a lone warrior.
"I should have tried hard, I should have…to find her….I deserve this pain"-Shubham felt so low and torn apart again.
Was he thinking of getting back to Moumita? ---Never…He can’t…He won’t.
‘Why were you so depressed after chatting with Tisha?’-I asked Shubham as I could see his expressions swung towards depressing.
‘At some point I lost hope that I would never hear about Moumita in years to come.’
‘All these years I have turned to facebook pages several times to know about her whereabouts but how could I miss searching Moumita's friend Tisha & Ishita who could have given me the lead back in 2008 to find whom I was searching for? Was I so lost and blank that time?’
‘Did I get caught up in my own ethics? Everything still remains unfixed SK’-he replied.
‘I understand how you must have felt, Shubham.’
‘However one has to move on.’
‘You can’t keep blaming yourself for everything which has not happened in your favour in the past and I guess it happened for a good reason otherwise you would not have met such an understanding life partner, I mean your wife.’- I consoled Shubham and he agreed completely.
But there was lot behind his unfixed love story.
And I urged Shubham to tell me in detail everything about him and Moumita and whatever had happened after his friend Tisha told him about Moumita.
Then, I came to know about his true unconditional love for Moumita which still remains unfixed.
People change with time, so do friends. People part for one or the other reason, so do good friends. Sometimes we let them go even when we never want to, sometimes they leave us right during schooling or college or for the sake of career.
Everyone does leave at some point of time. We cannot hold them forever with us. What remains with us, are just memories associated with them.
However Shubham was very lucky to be in constant touch with many of his childhood friends, and with a few them he used to talk over a cup of tea or a lunch regularly or through facebook chat.
07 Oct 2016
That day was a regular routine day for Shubham.
He was already late for his office. He was about to shut down his laptop and was thinking to rush like a biker. He was a usual ‘facebooker’.
As he was about to sign off for that time-being, his eyes rolled over the friend request.
Quickly he checked and a hidden smile popped up on his face. He accepts the friend request and reluctant to go for his routine job, he sits on the chair and loses himself in a different world.
‘The world where he could see the flashbacks of 16 years of his past in bits and pieces.’
After few minutes a message pops up; ‘How are you?’ It has been long time. It’s good to reach out and see old childhood friends again.
The message was from one of his childhood friends, Tisha.
Shubham woke up from his flashbacks and replied; ‘Yes, indeed. I am fine dear!’ How about you Tisha?
Tisha-‘I m good Shubham, settled in Kolkata, a proud homemaker, have a 10 year kid.’
As he continued his chat with Tisha, his heart and mind took abrupt diversions and the surroundings got invaded by the smiling face of "MOUMITA"-his unfixed Love! Shubham felt wistful longing for those reminiscences.
‘Are you in touch with any of our classmates, Tisha?’-Shubham asked curiously.
Tisha replied-‘yes, with Ishita and Moumita.’
‘Moumita, where is she now? How are her parents? How about her life, what she does, when did they leave from the islands?’-Shubham was selfishly expecting if this could be the answers for his search that turned defeating in 2005 and 2008 then.
Without delay, Tisha replied-‘Moumita and her parents are settled in Kolkata. Moumita is working in Healthcare.’
‘Oh Ok! Has she got married or not?’-Shubham asked.
‘No Shubham, she didn't.’
‘I and Ishita met her last year when Ishita came here to meet us’-Tisha replied.
And then, the Scar that left Shubham immensely in a depressed state once many years back, only got deeper and deeper as his seven years of search for his escaped friend and love just reached the destiny.
“Behind every scar there is an untold story of survival.”
The Scar; only made Shubham a better person, a lone warrior.
"I should have tried hard, I should have…to find her….I deserve this pain"-Shubham felt so low and torn apart again.
Was he thinking of getting back to Moumita? ---Never…He can’t…He won’t.
‘Why were you so depressed after chatting with Tisha?’-I asked Shubham as I could see his expressions swung towards depressing.
‘At some point I lost hope that I would never hear about Moumita in years to come.’
‘All these years I have turned to facebook pages several times to know about her whereabouts but how could I miss searching Moumita's friend Tisha & Ishita who could have given me the lead back in 2008 to find whom I was searching for? Was I so lost and blank that time?’
‘Did I get caught up in my own ethics? Everything still remains unfixed SK’-he replied.
‘I understand how you must have felt, Shubham.’
‘However one has to move on.’
‘You can’t keep blaming yourself for everything which has not happened in your favour in the past and I guess it happened for a good reason otherwise you would not have met such an understanding life partner, I mean your wife.’- I consoled Shubham and he agreed completely.
But there was lot behind his unfixed love story.
And I urged Shubham to tell me in detail everything about him and Moumita and whatever had happened after his friend Tisha told him about Moumita.
Then, I came to know about his true unconditional love for Moumita which still remains unfixed.
PART 7
"MOUMITA- the unfixable love"
Very often Shubham rode through the road in front of his degree college, then to his best friend's house onto another lane where his childhood friend and classmate, Moumita used to live with her Maa, Baba and two brothers.But all he could find, in vain was the lock that had sealed that flat forever where once he could watch this special friend, giving a hypnotizing smile and waving a bye to him.
The silence of the flat had a sweet voice, echoing of "Moumita"-The girl who was always meant to be special to his heart, whom he loved so much that he had let her go for ever without letting her know, how deep it was.
‘For almost ten years SK, a strange dream disturbed me every night. I had never slept through a peaceful night.’
‘In that dream, I find myself in an aircraft, that will start from the runway under a pleasant and calm weather but as time passed, the aircraft would go through many storms and finally It will crash but just before it was about to crash, my eyes would open to see a bright sunrise and a shadowy image of Moumita and a moment after the crash I would find myself in a placid sea, lost forever; every night-same dream.’
‘But the day I heard about Moumita from Tisha, the dream disappeared too. She, too, does not come in my dreams anymore.’
‘Am I getting rid of the past or is my brain trying to reject her to allow her to seep within my nerves?’ I am confused.
‘Does this happen when we let our love go, crushing our desires? Desires to remain bonded in a way, staying in touch as long as our heart permits.’
The questions started piling up and Shubham was getting choked by a sea of emotions.
I could sense his mind talking to the heart as he continued his story-
‘It’s never easy to let go a person we love from the core of our heart and we keep expecting that some day they will come back to us. It was never easy to break my own heart.’
‘It all started in the year 2000, as I pushed myself towards the ICU but then withdrew myself only to end up sitting lonely at the shore, praying for her survival, believing that she will and when she would open her eyes slowly, her life will change for better.’
‘I never had the courage to see her state of agony, the time she was fighting with, for every breath she took.’
‘Her body rested unconscious but I could feel the tortures she was bearing when all the drips and the tubes of the machines , the needles, the injections were pricked into her beautiful lean hands and the doctors kept checking her stats every half an hour to make her come back to life.’
"What’s happening to me? Am I falling in love? Am I falling for her? Why am I not able to watch her on that bed?"
The sunlight wanes as Shubham wiped the tears and realized, "Yes, he loved her. It could be nothing except a true love".
That's more than he admitted to himself that moment.
For next three days he bound himself at home praying for Moumita's recovery and for the first time Shubham started trusting the almighty.
I interrupted Shubham and asked exactlywhat had happened to Moumita.
I had to ask Shubham to calm his mind.
‘One of my IX classmates had informed me that Moumita tried to hang herself.’-he told.
As shocked as Shubham, I too, asked –“you mean, she tried to commit suicide?”
‘Yes’-he replied!
‘But why such a step?’-She was mentally, a tough girl as you told.
‘I can't imagine she could ever do that to herself. I never inquired about the reason.’
‘But I heard at hospital from Naveen-one of our classmates that somebody spread rumors; she was having an affair with someone in the school and that her parents came to know this and scolded her very badly.’-Shubham replied and continued.....
‘I knew something like this was going to happen, the day I met her family back in Little Islands.’
‘When I went twice after clearing secondary and then senior secondary exams; I could not take it well that the lively and bubbly girl who used to talk a lot with friends in school, always smiling, full of naughtiness had suddenly turned so silent and selfish for herself.’
‘I felt her family had put too many restrictions on Moumita. It is quite obvious that every conservative parent would never want their child specially a girl to get too much involved with friends but for Moumita it was too harsh.’
‘Such a strict attitude might have let Moumita feel separated from her family and that might be the reason she took such a step.’
‘I felt this, every time I met her family after they had shifted to the capital and lived here till Moumita finished her college; that she was very aloof very silent very reserved.’
‘Days passed, she recovered within a month or two.’
‘Her family shifted to the capital, she joined the degree college.’
‘But I never met her until I came back in 2001 discontinuing my engineering from Orissa then.’
‘Discontinued engineering?’ –I asked him in a state of shock.
One of the talented student of my time left engineering?
‘Well SK, engineering was not my cup of tea or that I hardly enjoyed learning those subjects. I always wanted to do a degree in medicine.’
‘My hopes were shattered when I could not join either MBBS or other disciplines of medicines even after I was on the top of the merit list in almost all branches of medicinal degree courses.’
‘It was very strange and tough for me to digest that lot of confusions regarding the scope of courses other than MBBS had kept me and family guessing which course was better then.’
‘I had no choice but to surrender as I was dependent monetarily on my parents.’
‘Anyways I was a self motivator.’
‘So I tried to get admission in Comp sc, in the same degree college of my hometown where Moumita was in 2nd year of BSc.’
‘So, did you get admission? Got a chance to meet her?’-I asked.
‘No, I did not join that college either. All seats were filled up by the time I returned and applied.’
‘I and my friend Naresh were making a plan to join some college in Chennai but I ended up joining a Degree course in computers in distance mode and Naresh went on to join an Engineering college.’
‘I hadn't had the opportunity to live the happy days of college. I never had a college life.’
‘I could never imagine that a student of my caliber would have become such a messed up academic.’
‘Everybody of my X and XII school batch would tell me, how tragic it was to let talent like me go wasted.
‘Why not?’ Everybody believed I would do great and shine in whichever field I chose.’
‘May be I did not have the courage to go against the tide, my family and the decisions they took for me, that time. Or may be I didn’t have the courage to hold onto those high expectations.’
‘It’s all about right time and right decisions.’
‘I and Moumita were so close yet so far. Distance never separated us but feelings and attitude did.’
‘I wished, I had not turned back to see that shy smile of Moumita, on the penultimate day in IX std.’
‘At times I think, if had I stayed and studied till XII std in that school, things would have been different today.’
‘What exactly do you mean by that? Are you saying, if you had remained in that Little islands, you would not have fallen for Moumita and life would have been different now for you or are you telling me that you would have fallen for her and life would have been
different?’- I asked Shubham in a state of confusion.
At the mention of “Little Islands” changing the topic himself, Shubham said, “you know, I have very sweet memories of the Little islands and the school where I had studied and rediscovered myself.”
Shubham has a terrific memory when it comes to remembering his childhood.
I understood he loved and missed the Little islands more than anyone else.
And more than that he missed his school where he had spent eleven years growing from an average to a better student.
Shubham left the Little islands during the 1st term of IX std, that was in Sep 1995.
But those eleven years of schooling there, were the most Happy Days of his life in GMSS Little Islands.
He became emotional as his began reminiscing.
His eyes went numb at the memory of his school where he had built solid foundations for nine long years. The school was nothing less than a home to Shubham.
How could he snap all bonds?
‘When I think of my childhood and specially the schooldays, I find the bright faces of my teachers and friends, flashing through my mind which gives me immense pleasure.’
‘I can clearly identify the yellow painted school building, the brown painted tall pillars and glass window panes of the class rooms, the PT room, the library, the classrooms, the long corridors and even the small room of the school peon just at the start of dense forest next to the six roomed wooden structure building that occupied students of Class 1 to 4th.’
In a flash, many faces crossed his mind—the firm but friendly face of the Principal, the encouraging faces of the teachers, the strict eyes of the PET Mr. Suraj, the bushy moustache of the school peon Ram-Uncle as everyone addressed him and the fresh face of Sasi-his first crush with whom he had a cold war till XII std, Shija-the most descent and introvert girl of his batch, Saawan, Gopa, Dilip-who always used to fight in class, Shreya- his cousin whom he trusted more than himself.
It was 8.45AM. Shubham had to return home and I with Ipshita, went back to hotel to dine.
The next evening:
Year 2016 is going to end on a high note. Winter season has started. The pleasant cold breeze was having a soothing effect on my writing. I felt writing is not that easy but Shubham made it look so finer and easier for me with his narration.
‘So tell me more about your most memorable and happy days Shubham. We can always come back for Moumita’s and your story. Isn’t it? -I urged him to relive his schooldays.’
‘Where shall I start SK….it has been a tremendous journey for me having lived in the Little islands for almost 14years.’
Very often Shubham rode through the road in front of his degree college, then to his best friend's house onto another lane where his childhood friend and classmate, Moumita used to live with her Maa, Baba and two brothers.But all he could find, in vain was the lock that had sealed that flat forever where once he could watch this special friend, giving a hypnotizing smile and waving a bye to him.
The silence of the flat had a sweet voice, echoing of "Moumita"-The girl who was always meant to be special to his heart, whom he loved so much that he had let her go for ever without letting her know, how deep it was.
‘For almost ten years SK, a strange dream disturbed me every night. I had never slept through a peaceful night.’
‘In that dream, I find myself in an aircraft, that will start from the runway under a pleasant and calm weather but as time passed, the aircraft would go through many storms and finally It will crash but just before it was about to crash, my eyes would open to see a bright sunrise and a shadowy image of Moumita and a moment after the crash I would find myself in a placid sea, lost forever; every night-same dream.’
‘But the day I heard about Moumita from Tisha, the dream disappeared too. She, too, does not come in my dreams anymore.’
‘Am I getting rid of the past or is my brain trying to reject her to allow her to seep within my nerves?’ I am confused.
‘Does this happen when we let our love go, crushing our desires? Desires to remain bonded in a way, staying in touch as long as our heart permits.’
The questions started piling up and Shubham was getting choked by a sea of emotions.
I could sense his mind talking to the heart as he continued his story-
‘It’s never easy to let go a person we love from the core of our heart and we keep expecting that some day they will come back to us. It was never easy to break my own heart.’
‘It all started in the year 2000, as I pushed myself towards the ICU but then withdrew myself only to end up sitting lonely at the shore, praying for her survival, believing that she will and when she would open her eyes slowly, her life will change for better.’
‘I never had the courage to see her state of agony, the time she was fighting with, for every breath she took.’
‘Her body rested unconscious but I could feel the tortures she was bearing when all the drips and the tubes of the machines , the needles, the injections were pricked into her beautiful lean hands and the doctors kept checking her stats every half an hour to make her come back to life.’
"What’s happening to me? Am I falling in love? Am I falling for her? Why am I not able to watch her on that bed?"
The sunlight wanes as Shubham wiped the tears and realized, "Yes, he loved her. It could be nothing except a true love".
That's more than he admitted to himself that moment.
For next three days he bound himself at home praying for Moumita's recovery and for the first time Shubham started trusting the almighty.
I interrupted Shubham and asked exactlywhat had happened to Moumita.
I had to ask Shubham to calm his mind.
‘One of my IX classmates had informed me that Moumita tried to hang herself.’-he told.
As shocked as Shubham, I too, asked –“you mean, she tried to commit suicide?”
‘Yes’-he replied!
‘But why such a step?’-She was mentally, a tough girl as you told.
‘I can't imagine she could ever do that to herself. I never inquired about the reason.’
‘But I heard at hospital from Naveen-one of our classmates that somebody spread rumors; she was having an affair with someone in the school and that her parents came to know this and scolded her very badly.’-Shubham replied and continued.....
‘I knew something like this was going to happen, the day I met her family back in Little Islands.’
‘When I went twice after clearing secondary and then senior secondary exams; I could not take it well that the lively and bubbly girl who used to talk a lot with friends in school, always smiling, full of naughtiness had suddenly turned so silent and selfish for herself.’
‘I felt her family had put too many restrictions on Moumita. It is quite obvious that every conservative parent would never want their child specially a girl to get too much involved with friends but for Moumita it was too harsh.’
‘Such a strict attitude might have let Moumita feel separated from her family and that might be the reason she took such a step.’
‘I felt this, every time I met her family after they had shifted to the capital and lived here till Moumita finished her college; that she was very aloof very silent very reserved.’
‘Days passed, she recovered within a month or two.’
‘Her family shifted to the capital, she joined the degree college.’
‘But I never met her until I came back in 2001 discontinuing my engineering from Orissa then.’
‘Discontinued engineering?’ –I asked him in a state of shock.
One of the talented student of my time left engineering?
‘Well SK, engineering was not my cup of tea or that I hardly enjoyed learning those subjects. I always wanted to do a degree in medicine.’
‘My hopes were shattered when I could not join either MBBS or other disciplines of medicines even after I was on the top of the merit list in almost all branches of medicinal degree courses.’
‘It was very strange and tough for me to digest that lot of confusions regarding the scope of courses other than MBBS had kept me and family guessing which course was better then.’
‘I had no choice but to surrender as I was dependent monetarily on my parents.’
‘Anyways I was a self motivator.’
‘So I tried to get admission in Comp sc, in the same degree college of my hometown where Moumita was in 2nd year of BSc.’
‘So, did you get admission? Got a chance to meet her?’-I asked.
‘No, I did not join that college either. All seats were filled up by the time I returned and applied.’
‘I and my friend Naresh were making a plan to join some college in Chennai but I ended up joining a Degree course in computers in distance mode and Naresh went on to join an Engineering college.’
‘I hadn't had the opportunity to live the happy days of college. I never had a college life.’
‘I could never imagine that a student of my caliber would have become such a messed up academic.’
‘Everybody of my X and XII school batch would tell me, how tragic it was to let talent like me go wasted.
‘Why not?’ Everybody believed I would do great and shine in whichever field I chose.’
‘May be I did not have the courage to go against the tide, my family and the decisions they took for me, that time. Or may be I didn’t have the courage to hold onto those high expectations.’
‘It’s all about right time and right decisions.’
‘I and Moumita were so close yet so far. Distance never separated us but feelings and attitude did.’
‘I wished, I had not turned back to see that shy smile of Moumita, on the penultimate day in IX std.’
‘At times I think, if had I stayed and studied till XII std in that school, things would have been different today.’
‘What exactly do you mean by that? Are you saying, if you had remained in that Little islands, you would not have fallen for Moumita and life would have been different now for you or are you telling me that you would have fallen for her and life would have been
different?’- I asked Shubham in a state of confusion.
At the mention of “Little Islands” changing the topic himself, Shubham said, “you know, I have very sweet memories of the Little islands and the school where I had studied and rediscovered myself.”
Shubham has a terrific memory when it comes to remembering his childhood.
I understood he loved and missed the Little islands more than anyone else.
And more than that he missed his school where he had spent eleven years growing from an average to a better student.
Shubham left the Little islands during the 1st term of IX std, that was in Sep 1995.
But those eleven years of schooling there, were the most Happy Days of his life in GMSS Little Islands.
He became emotional as his began reminiscing.
His eyes went numb at the memory of his school where he had built solid foundations for nine long years. The school was nothing less than a home to Shubham.
How could he snap all bonds?
‘When I think of my childhood and specially the schooldays, I find the bright faces of my teachers and friends, flashing through my mind which gives me immense pleasure.’
‘I can clearly identify the yellow painted school building, the brown painted tall pillars and glass window panes of the class rooms, the PT room, the library, the classrooms, the long corridors and even the small room of the school peon just at the start of dense forest next to the six roomed wooden structure building that occupied students of Class 1 to 4th.’
In a flash, many faces crossed his mind—the firm but friendly face of the Principal, the encouraging faces of the teachers, the strict eyes of the PET Mr. Suraj, the bushy moustache of the school peon Ram-Uncle as everyone addressed him and the fresh face of Sasi-his first crush with whom he had a cold war till XII std, Shija-the most descent and introvert girl of his batch, Saawan, Gopa, Dilip-who always used to fight in class, Shreya- his cousin whom he trusted more than himself.
It was 8.45AM. Shubham had to return home and I with Ipshita, went back to hotel to dine.
The next evening:
Year 2016 is going to end on a high note. Winter season has started. The pleasant cold breeze was having a soothing effect on my writing. I felt writing is not that easy but Shubham made it look so finer and easier for me with his narration.
‘So tell me more about your most memorable and happy days Shubham. We can always come back for Moumita’s and your story. Isn’t it? -I urged him to relive his schooldays.’
‘Where shall I start SK….it has been a tremendous journey for me having lived in the Little islands for almost 14years.’
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