Do I know how to live? I don’t know – but I do know that I have a wish list, and goes like this:
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My Stories – lost and found!
Today, I would like to share with you little stories of my life and my experience. The one that I am going to share with you today is still etched in my memory as a significant event. Do let me have your thoughts and similar experience, if any. When I was six or seven years old, I lived in Kolkata with my aunt and my cousin. My mother had passed away by then and I was living with my aunt. My cousin was older than me, in fact she was even older than my mother; and she naturally did not treat me like a sister, but more like a little girl who was a few years older than her own son. During Puja, those days, Kolkata had pandals (kind of temporary decorative structure in a religious context) which were not as fancy and as artful as they are today, but were quite large. Alongside the puja, the area around the pandal
