Cycle of Cliches
Memories of pillion-riding his bi-cycle along the streets of the town and humming with him Mon-hira-doi, cycle nohoi tilinga, or dancing to I-am-a-disco-dancer when he played the song on his tape recorder in his workshop, kept coming back.
Nisim and I both loved going to Dhekiajuli with Mejomama. He often went there for work. He said it was for work, but Nisim and I, we knew why he went there actually. That was where our Mami-to-be lived. Sushmita Mami. She was also a Bengali, but she always spoke to us in Assamese. She said, speaking Assamese would eventually make her Assamese too. When Mejomama was gone, I felt for Sushmita Mami. In fact, Nisim and I both felt for her. Until one day, about