So I got down and forgot to take my bag, which contained
my water and umbrella and hanky. The taxi left.
I found a young man walking and asked him where the
airport quarters were. I told him I had come back from the
dead and couldn’t find my house. He laughed and led me to
new quarters. Chalo kuch tho mila. I thanked him and was
deeply touched because he had actually gone out of his
way to help me.
A man got down from his bike, "Atho gorom aache. Chatha
nei aapnar kaache?" (It’s so hot. You don’t have an
"Taxi the chede diyechi dada". (I left it in the taxi dada.)
He left. Thankfully, new quarters remains almost intact.
From there, i went to the grave yard nearby. No one has
disturbed my father's grave. I felt the familiar peace
descend on me. So many days I used to come here to spend
time, to sit and study.
From there, I took a cab back to Dum Dum, and the
previous cab driver came running "Didi, aap bag chod ke
chale gaye! Dekh lijiye sab hain ke nahin..." (Didi, you left
your bag! Please check it see if everything is there.)