Indian man in Norway shows how a flower shop runs on pure trust
· India Today
Visit asg-reflektory.pl for more information.
The only memory he had of leaving their old haveli was of the day he had said goodbye to it with his mother forever in 1964, never to return. Most agonising of all was the shock he received on moving in with his brothers at their rented-out rooms in Dhaka Patty, in central-northern Calcutta. They suspected him of pilfering the large heavy silver plate from his mother’s luggage and pawning it off somewhere for cash. Whereas what had really happened in the hurly burly of the Kushtia train station, with hundreds of others also desperate to flee, was a blur.
He could not be sure if he had accidentally dropped that bundled plate along the railway line somewhere while hauling their baggage in and out of a train car, or whether one of the officials who had led them to the border had stashed it away when he wasn’t looking. He had even gone back to Sealdah railway station the very next day, hoping to trace the plate’s whereabouts. But it had just seemed to dissolve into thin air.