>This story is about B …. she was born in erstwhile Bangladesh, eldest of three sisters. She grew up being educated in the village school and finished her Matriculate. The stories that I heard from her about those days, were full of her liveliness, her feeling one with nature, her writing poetries, her curiosity about people, life and the world in general. She loved teaching and did not really care about getting married. But this was not to be … being the eldest of three sisters and remaining unmarried and blocking the queue was not a conceivable idea for a girl some seventy five years ago. To top it, her father was not really a very efficient person who looked after the family well, hence the mother grew more and more anxious. B was quite a plane jane to look at and she was dark. But one asset that she had was her hair, which went below her knee, long,
Relationships
>Connecting!
> I will be out for the weekend and I realised how much am I going to miss my blog and my blogger friends. If I look back at the last couple of months, I can see how many wonderful and talented people I have met in the blogosphere. People who write about varied subjects, people who are as different from me as cheese and chalk, people who have very similar interests in life as me, people who have known me differently and now also are my blog buddies and are co bloggers. The experience has been extremely rich and rewarding. There are so many blogs that I love reading and keep going back to get my fill every day; some of which are: http://myriadutopia.blogspot.com/ – for lovely and soulful poems http://stuffnoonetoldme.blogspot.com/ – for great animation and humour http://weblogbetter.com/ – a wonderfully written blog for tips and tricks hosted by warm and friendly Jean Sarauer. http://www.everydaygyaan.com/ – for touching and
Sarbari's Blog 