A few years back Fatima came to Kolkata in search of her roots. Her grandfather Mohamed Musa had migrated to the USA from a village on the banks of the river Hooghly, West Bengal.
Urja and Ujaan both know Mumma has only one God in her life. Unlike the other Gods that their aunts pray to on special occasions, Mumma’s God (Thakur in Bengali) has a long beard and wavy hair and looks very handsome in a greyish white robe.
Our house is situated approximately 3 miles from the famous Walden Pond, the glacial lake made famous by Henry David Thoreau, the nineteenth-century transcendentalist, naturalist, abolitionist, and philosopher.
Spring is finally here! Time to get the deck furniture out, fill up the birdfeeder, run outside to catch the dandelions and smell the fresh air. As Didi was helping Mumma clean the deck chairs, Ujaan poured yellow, white, and brown seeds into the birdfeeder with his little hands.
Just like happiness, sadness is also a part of your life, Mumma tells them. So every night Ujaan and Didi tell Mumma their happy part and sad part of the day. One of each kind. Ujaan likes to talk about the happy part first, because most days he doesn’t have a sad part.
Their party of nine was quite an interesting bunch. Didan was the eldest member of the team. She was eighty-one, and Ujaan the youngest member barely “onety-one”!
On September 11, 1893, Swami Vivekananda electrified the audience at the Parliament of World Religions in Chicago with his inspiring speech on Hinduism and the Vedanta philosophy.
The silk items these Bengali “peddlers” brought with them to sell to Americans were called chikons or chikans, and the traders became known as chikondars or chikandars. The American elite at that time were enthralled by all things Oriental and found such “exotic” items hard to resist.
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