Bisipada diary
The dirt of village
roads, the green landscapes
The paddy fields,
running water of the small streams
The Festive food
offered with love ‘jhia lo kahiede’
The joy of wedding
ceremony
The touch of wrinkle
hands
The scream of kids
‘didi tume bahut bahala’ and twinkle
smile
The teary hopeful eyes
of return
The days in Bisipada village finally ends with a hopeful goodbye
The lonely lanes and
memories with people will bring me back again…
