ABSTRACT

Whilst in Rungpore, I first came to know my cousins, aunts and uncles both from my father’s and mother’s families. The most frequent visitor was Bhulada, my Sejomashi’s [mother’s third sister Amala] eldest son, who came every winter to spend his X’mas vacation with us. He was a great favourite of my parents and of all of us; full of fun and laughter, he lived a carefree existence without a thought for the future. When Bhulada came, a tent was pitched close to the house and all the boys lived there.