Bushy vegetation staring from the upper lip.
Long, confused, curly grasslands covering the lengths of his scalp. Complete white.
A "dhoti" and a "kurta", that felt real coarse.
Even at this age, his health was clearly worth envying!
That's Birju Ram.
One of the crowd, on the vessel. Way back from Dibrugarh, where he was, on his "milky" business!
His thickly dense family's haunt near Teen-Mile-Ghat boasts of two hundred buffaloes and five hundred cows!! About fifteen people and, a few dogs, to take care of the production unit. In the interiors of Assam. Adjacent to Poba Reserve Forest.
"Am from Baliya, Uttar Pradesh. I've been here for four decades now." Birju began.
"A hell lot of places to go! Why here, in Assam, of all places?" I couldn't help being inquisitive!
"Those days, it was far more worse here. Communication was almost non existent."
His walk down the past cut the dialogue short, for a moment.
To be continued.....
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