Rooted~Sometimes, especially in the mellow light of Autumn, when the sky is a happy azure, and clouds look like white candy floss, I get a smell. A familiar whiff, most unexpectedly, in the middle of my chores.
The smell of a dark room ensconced between the staircase to the first floor and the other room that leads to the dining room.
Memories~ Dada-Didi~ I find you both
Within me…
Here and there
Now and then
In song and music,
In singara and sandesh
In perspectives and outlooks
In life, far far beyond brick and mortar remains..
In the effervescence of living life…
And this time our destination was the district of Nadia.
Nadia of historic roots,
Beyond colonial creations.
Nadia , the land of Bhabananda Mazumdar and Maharaja Krishnachandra.
Nadia is further noted as a pilgrimage site for the Bhakri movement founded by Shri Chaitanya , that swept through Bengal and beyond in the 15th century uniting cast and creed in a unified Krishna Consciousness.
