Childhood Stories & a Burmese Cupboard.
My Childhood was not so eventful and rather a silent lonely wandering, around the large wooden bungalow surrounded by figs, birches, pines and little glens. And of course a teary one too, as the smokes coming out of the Chulha ( the earthen oven) were like the piercing clouds in the eyes of a peeping child. I must confess that Kitchen was my most favourite place in that Bungalow, other than the hidden corners across the squeaky stairways. And we had a Library too. But it was a fearsome place and a story for some other day.
Now, don't you get me wrong but i was always a hungry kid in my childhood. And why not? With such a magnificent Granny who would spend hours into the kitchen preparing galaxies of food and their aromas travelling far and beyond those hills, you wouldn't expect a lil Kid like me to stay away and behave gentleman like. But anyways those days the idea of being a man was far fetched with Fifteen Gals n Women around the house.
I must confess rather shamefully that it must have took Twelve Years of age for me to realise the difference between genders. I was always told that i was a Pretty lad. And later years it was a real uncomfortable news for me since by then my sense of English and grammar made me believe that - Boys can't be Pretty!
Oh! I am digressing like always. Bear with me please. Talking about Childhood is always so nauseating that it often takes me to a different path all together. I remember i was here to tell you about my Childhood memories of that image of the Cupboard, hereby, i refer as the Burmese Cupboard.
Well, back those days ( circa 1920's), i was told by my Granny, that Bengali Gentlemen who were educated and somewhat elegant were measured through their acquisition of wood carvings and furnitures ( funny right? In today's time it's much more with the way furniture are arranged ) in their houses. And my Grandfather was not an exception, too! I was laughing my heart out to know that my Granny's father decided to get my Granny married to my Grandfather only because of four things that his house had - My Grandfather, His impressive Library, His Burmese Teak bed and finally his Burmese Sal ( a type of exotic wood from Burma) Cupboard.
Now, when i look back, i still have fond memories of the five most precious things of my childhood. Fifth being my Granny. But, Now, when i look forward i only have few images of that Burmese Cupboard and Burmese Bed with me. And rest all are gone!
Are they really gone? Maybe, they cannot go away so easily until i close my eyes and rest my faith, between those fierce ashes and wet soil.....
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