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THE TEMPLE
– Dr. Sushil Rudra
I never forget the tiny Temple , not even our Durga Bari, which was near to my village home . Sometimes I reach there in conscious or sub – conscious mind , feel those days as present , vivid . From our main gate it’s two minutes to reach there at Durga Bari, and in the right direction a few metre after a big Bamboo Forest which was ever dark , even in the sunny day. Just opposite of it standing side by side gigantic mango and jackle fruits trees, there lived so many monkeys – roamed jumping from one branch to another, once while I, along with my brother went there to pick up mangoes , a big tail of a mankey touched to my head and I became afraid of and ran away from there . A narrow road was in between the Bamboo Forest and the Mango garden which straightly goes to Charmakar area . Two or three families lived there . We couldn’t go there because of bad smell, but on the way to this area , there’s a tiny Kali Temple which was very living, a small door to enter into this Temple, a small stone is worshipped as Mother Kali , always filled with flowers, water and red Sindoor . At the last day of Chayittra the Gajan festival and the puja of Serpent deity Mother Manosa used to start. It was a grand and stupendous for the communities of sorrounding areas. Throughout the first month of Bengali new year the people assembled in the premise of Durga Bari for spiritual songs which is called Kirton with Khol – Kartal and being sung reached to Kali Temple . After singing for a while again returned to the Durga Bari . We saw and enjoy this every year in my childhood days. Perhaps it is still going on in its own space , but I feel a great attraction of these eventful days. I have traveled so many places and visit a lots of grandeur Temples , but couldn’t feel such attraction there as I still get peace to feel my tiny , discoloured remote Temple of my childhood days. Modern gargious Temples and its monks are unable to give me pleasure and peace , I need my little temple and my feelings and emotions of childhood days .


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