I visited my uncle’s house early last month. It had been more than two decades since I had last been there. Back then, it was nearly a kilometre’s walk from the main road. I wanted to retrace the steps of my boyhood, but the area had changed beyond recognition. I found myself mentally comparing the old map I carried in my memory with the reality before me. Even so, I pressed on, trusting my instincts to guide me. I managed to get close by asking for directions to the local temple and the lake, but eventually I got lost. In the end, I needed my cousin’s help. I was only two short streets away from his house. Whether I visited my cousin’s house or he came to mine, we would spend almost every weekend together. His village was beautiful, with lush paddy fields stretching along the lakeside. It was the first place I had ever seen handloom weaving up close. In fact, on almost every street one could see the traditional practice of street sizing . During those visits, we would play cricket, ca...
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