Sarwar Kamal Bishnu De, my teacher in primary school, was a source of profound inspiration. He instilled in me a zest for many things, including knowledge and compassion, through his teaching and fond behaviour. He was a man of warm voice, manly temperament, fair appearance and gentle attire. In late spring, in 1989, when Krishnachura flowers (Royal poinciana) bloomed in the twigs of the trees making a flaming shade of red in front of Moheshkhali Model High School, where chirping birds were in play, and wind breaking tune of tamarisk tree cast an awesome magical spell on our tender psyche in long lonely day, a scorching sun was on rise making heat to increase. That was the time when men were few, space was wide, and so was the field we used to pass, like a green meadow, remarkably larger than what it is today. Often than not, I relied on my legs and zeal in that endeavour to reach my school. I would take no umbrella, even in any sultry day, as it was deemed to be a h...
Philosophical and Cultural issues.