‘You are looking at my still water since long, but I wonder your mind is somewhere else thinking deeply about something; Is it so dear,’ In the midst of drum beats, uludhwani¹, shankadhoni² – a murmur of voices slightly indistinct initially, but then when trying to listen intently – slowly started realizing someone whispering in my ears. Someone truly said, auditory sense follows the mind. Maybe trying to bridge an emotional gap created over the years between me and the pond at our native place Barasat where I spent my early childhood days under the shadow of my grandparents’ affection. I was just relaxing sitting on the red colored L-shaped sitting platform on our pukur ghat (pond quay, a concrete platform with steps lying alongside the pond and projecting into water), not very far away from our puja mondop, gazing at a bunch of reddish colored small fishes swimming in…
