19/11/2025
The road that led to my home was always filled with orange-red flowers while the rays of setting sun fell on them . The ' poronto bikeler alo ' and the fire red flowers always screamed HOME .
A small laid back town , a little girl living in old quarters , the British quarters , always saw a big tree from her window , big tree with small leaves and laden with bright red-orange flowers . She was fascinated by the tree . The tree was her friend , her confidant . She opened her eyes in the morning and the first thing she laid her eyes upon was that tree , the whole day in between school , playgrounds , friends , family , she kept looking at the tree , the tree was her anchor , as if the tree told her go around , live your life , whenever you come back you will find me standing here waiting for you . The nights she could not sleep , felt afraid , she kept looking at the tree through her window , the moonlight falling through the leaves and the flowers always calmed her , the lullaby which put her to sleep .
Maa told her those flowers are called , ' Ota toh Krishnachura gachh ' , such a beautiful name , Krishnachura has a partner , the yellow flowers called Radhachura .
The girl grew up to a woman , now a middle aged woman , but Krishnachura till date has not left her , the road that leads towards home is always adorned with 'aagun ronga' Krishnachuras .
Krishnachura to her is HOME !
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