The day came and I left for Chitora. Shikha aunty had arrived two days before my departure and Sabana Apu was already there to take care of Mamoni and other household chores. In rural India, people still cared for each other.
I bade Mamoni and left early. Mohon took me to Nakadi Station and from there I got my train. Soma was already there with Moinak and Anita.
For the first time in my life, I was leaving home alone. At first, I felt homesick but as the train started moving I felt something frothing inside me, a joy of emancipation from long tedious confinement to an open sky, though scary yet intoxicating.
When we reached Chitora the next morning the day was bright and the air was fresh. We hired a cab and found our hotel within an hour. I was exhausted and needed to be fresh and ready.
“Guys got fresh and came down for breakfast” Moinak declared.
He was in his officer mood as Soma’s mother perpetually pleaded with him to be our guardian.
We did not pay him much attention as it would make him more enthusiastic about role-playing.
“There are other candidates in our hotel. Do you know?” Soma whispered as if revealing a great secret.
“Soma it is not our hotel and anyone can stay here on his or her wish. Now get ready quickly. I’m too hungry dear.”
“Ok ok. I know there will be a disaster if you get hungry. You will eat me up to nothing. I’m hurrying.”
Hey, I am Munmun, the phoenix fabulist who wants to tell you stories. I love to read stories and I love to weave stories. I feel life is an amalgamation of multiple stories, colourful threads, and threads of pain, pleasure, hope, and hopelessness. We just need to pick those hues and arrange them, knitting them with our own emotions and perception. So let’s celebrate the stories of life.