If there be a little time between dawn and sunrise, it will be this right here inside my room. Robi our pet rooster is already in tussle with silence and soon he will win into daybreak. There is another faint voice, a merry voice rising through rooster noise coming from the river; some solitary naoriya singing glory of Buridehing. Mild moist air is rushing through that vent just below a line where the brick wall meets our roof ceiling. As light is steadily growing and killing the darkness of my room; eight holes I can count right now six more to go before all fourteen holes will have light coming through. Then it will start crawling down the wall slowly, go over the picture of Bishnu Rabha and over the wall calendar picture of a parrot with a berry in its beak; till it reaches the edge of my bed and on my face!!! But I can still keep my eyes closed and cuddle in for some more time into sleeping or say, stay in this feel so good moment.
I do not remember how long I was asleep until I heard a sweet whispering into my ear,"get up my boy; Muga is waiting for you, get up love". These dreams I find very weird, I just saw it happening and I do not recall how it began and how I came to see what only I now remember of it; was it the end or in middle somewhere. Good today, I had a good one about a large ship coming in our river, it was colored in black and white; white above and black below. Then our river turned into a sea. There were also waves on the shore too, large one and small one, mostly small waves. I don't recall how but if I try closing my eyes again and stare hard I see how I am steering the big ship in open sea, changing gear from 2 to 3 to 4 and finally 5 when it was about to fly. Did I fly the big ship up in the sky?
Our Ranwonligaon is a big village, it is so big that we have two primary schools. Paaroporagaon on other side of Buridehing has only one school, so Ratul, Surabhi and Deven come to our school; they are my class mates. They come in Ratul Khura's boat everyday across the river. Ratul khura is not same as Ratul who is my friend. Ratul khura is Deuta's friend. There is also a bridge at end of Garhaali but it's far from our school.
Muga is very playful today, this calf is now one year and fifteen days old and growing fast, fasted then the litchi tree; it hasn't even reached my height and I thought it will bear fruits this year. I will take him to a new patch of grass that Ratun and I had secretly discovered behind the Bor Namghar just as you cross the jack fruit tree and look beyond into the wetland, a little far you see our old river Buridehing then this line of green on the other side of the river and then the distinct line of horizon and then the clear blue sky, few dots of white clouds and then you take one more step and you fall. Fall into this shallow pond face down, no water, no mud just soft grass wet in dew and it doesn't hurt.
*Naoriya: A boat man
*Buridehing: River in eastern Assam
*Khura: Uncle
*Deuta: Father
* Bor Namghar: Hindu monastery
*Bishnu Rabha: Legendary Assamese singer and artist
I do not remember how long I was asleep until I heard a sweet whispering into my ear,"get up my boy; Muga is waiting for you, get up love". These dreams I find very weird, I just saw it happening and I do not recall how it began and how I came to see what only I now remember of it; was it the end or in middle somewhere. Good today, I had a good one about a large ship coming in our river, it was colored in black and white; white above and black below. Then our river turned into a sea. There were also waves on the shore too, large one and small one, mostly small waves. I don't recall how but if I try closing my eyes again and stare hard I see how I am steering the big ship in open sea, changing gear from 2 to 3 to 4 and finally 5 when it was about to fly. Did I fly the big ship up in the sky?
Our Ranwonligaon is a big village, it is so big that we have two primary schools. Paaroporagaon on other side of Buridehing has only one school, so Ratul, Surabhi and Deven come to our school; they are my class mates. They come in Ratul Khura's boat everyday across the river. Ratul khura is not same as Ratul who is my friend. Ratul khura is Deuta's friend. There is also a bridge at end of Garhaali but it's far from our school.
Muga is very playful today, this calf is now one year and fifteen days old and growing fast, fasted then the litchi tree; it hasn't even reached my height and I thought it will bear fruits this year. I will take him to a new patch of grass that Ratun and I had secretly discovered behind the Bor Namghar just as you cross the jack fruit tree and look beyond into the wetland, a little far you see our old river Buridehing then this line of green on the other side of the river and then the distinct line of horizon and then the clear blue sky, few dots of white clouds and then you take one more step and you fall. Fall into this shallow pond face down, no water, no mud just soft grass wet in dew and it doesn't hurt.
*Naoriya: A boat man
*Buridehing: River in eastern Assam
*Khura: Uncle
*Deuta: Father
* Bor Namghar: Hindu monastery
*Bishnu Rabha: Legendary Assamese singer and artist
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