exodus...

The exodus from my native land to Kolkata,was agonising! I was caught off guard when my parents suddenly decided to leave north-east because of the ever increasing terrorist activities-as baba used to be on official tours,maa was perturbed as to how she would handle precarious situations....moreover my maternal uncles and aunts insisted that we shift because I wasn't getting ample scope to learn music properly.It was June, 1992----I was sent to Kolkata with two of my mesho's office employees(that was even more painful,which I understood much later)as my session had already commenced.I was denied the opportunity of meeting my school mates,even......... I remember I didn't eat throughout the journey---and fleeting memories of my teachers,friends, the beloved musanda plant,bleeding heart,'raggy'-the pet dog of our landlord,and school bus no-7 ....kept invading me!