It was the summer of 1965, and I was leaving home. I had never been outside of Assam, that too alone. I was still a teenager and scared as hell. I packed my bag and got on a train with many cars heading west. I was riding in a steel monster that spewed black smoke, heading to an unknown desert place. This wasn’t like the train rides at night with my mother as a little boy to the remote town of Dhubri in Assam, when we crossed the mighty Brahmaputra on a steamship with a paddle wheel that was run by the railroad company. Those were exciting trips. I would count the small stations along the way—Amingaon, Sangsari, Baihata, Kendukona, Ghagrapar, Golakganj, Balajan, Gouripur, Dhubri—in anticipation of arriving at the destination at dawn. Now, even though I was older, I was scared riding this monster, alone, to an unknown place.…
The boy asked his usual question: ‘You won’t give me up, will you?’ Sometimes he exchanged ‘up’ for ‘away’, but Elon knew it meant…
Dear Friends and Family, I write to inform you that Manpreet and I finally perished at sea. He was five years old, and I…