The night before cyclone Aila hit west Bengal and uprooted many trees, homes along with the faith of common men on the administration, it was raining cats and dogs at my home town. It started raining suddenly. We went to attend a marriage ceremony and we were stuck. We were not prepared for the rain. After waiting half an hour somehow we managed umbrellas and came back home. There was no rickshaw available. We managed Rich in our laps. Otherwise also he hardly likes to walk especially when we go out and his Dad-Dad around. I admit that I was finding it real hard to carry him after a sumptuous dinner even though the distance was not more than 500 meters. Our “Dari Kaku” (Rich calls him “Bandhu”, a Bengali word, which means friend) lent a helping lap (which he always does) and carried him.
After returning home we were enjoying the rain from the balcony. We saw two cows (one of them was calf), at the roadside, were totally wet. I though they must be enjoying every drops of rain by basking in it (especially when we experienced excruciating heat through out the month). Suddenly Rich lamented– “How helpless the calf is!!.” Our thoughts were different. His “Mum-Mum” mentioned continuing his tone – “Yeah!! They don’t have a home.” But he engrossed in his thought continued without paying much heed to her words – “See, his Mum-Mum can’t carry him in her lap!!”
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