Wherever I look I see water, everywhere there is water...it is the rainy season, the monsoon season...trees are submerged, lands are flooded and even some villages are all under water. Yet the season brings fond memories for me. When I was younger I remember the feeling of excitement and joy and this season brings about an armada of boats, boats become the essential mode of transport. Women are excited in the villages as this season their fathers or brothers send boats to take them to their father’s home for a long term visit, termed ‘Nayor’ in Bengali.
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