Adios - part 02
There is no direct train to my village; I have reached the nearby town by train and boarded a bus. The ride starts on a highway and I decide to nap while the road is smooth. It will be evening by the time I reach home. My village rātapādu is famous for arts - especially calligraphies. Most people here are calligraphers, as well as farmers. Even though I learnt calligraphy in childhood, I lost touch at later stages as I moved away from home. I can't say my adulthood was great. However, my childhood went smoothly, and credit must be given to my elder brother. Even though I grew up without a father, my brother stood like a father figure. He has been a hard-working person since his childhood. The whole village likes him and respects him. At first, he used to be a tough-to-convince and clock-like-disciplined coach. N o questioning of elders, no playing after school, no sleeping at noons. But with time, he became softer and gave me more freedom. Being a teacher, he identifies p