Walking Down Memory Lane
An age-old story might be read through these closed doors. I being the 8th generation of the family that had the pleasure of residing at this house behind these gates, am at a loss where to begin. Pre-independence, this used to house a reputed zamindar family of West Bengal. After independence from the British, the occupants of this house carried on with their usual mayhem of use and abuse until there was nothing more left to do but graze everything to the ground. Thankfully, by then my grandfather (6th generation residing at this house) had the good sense to move his immediate family to the newer section of the house. The entrance has not much to speak for itself. But the people of this small town on the outskirts of Calcutta have plenty of stories to add. Starting from the how my grandfather's one calling could rouse the dead from their sleep to my granduncle's strength in carrying huge bellmetal jugs of water from the Ganges on his fingertips. Following in their footst