my sister, brother and me

Dak’ mandi

There was a regular fight

Who is having more?

Who can drink faster?

All fought for the same bowl.

KASABATI.

 All three of u;- my sister. Brother and me stupid fellows.

Brother and me fighting like circus jokers,

Mean time, sister enjoyed the dak’ mandi in KASABATI.

As we got up with broken teeth

Sister used to show her teeth.

That was our childhood.

Mother had taught time.

I wondered whether she cherished her motherhood.

She fevered weak and tender.

She never liked to be partial

But the situation was tough.

Our wickedness and notorious character

Really brought joy and noisy in our family.

There was peace and harmony

When father was around.

It was like an army school.