As I always love to do is to stare through the window to the sky. The other day I was doing the same. Black cloud was hovering on the sky. Some disheveled thoughts www coming in my head. Suddenly I plunged into abyss of memory. I could see my childhood vividly. Those carefree simple days came to for few moments. It was just like a dream. I could see all those days in front of my eyes. I could see my ‘mamabari’ (maternal uncles’ home). Long back, at that time my three maternal uncles stayed jointly in a same house. Like other children, it was also my favorite place to go there. Before shifting to our own home in Salt Lake we lived in a rented house near my mamabari. Sometimes my mothers used to drop us (we three sisters) there in the afternoons. I was very small, and my my granny helped me to have lunch. As usual I didn’t want to eat. She used to tell me some funny storied to stuff the lunch in my stomach. All those silly, funny, and meaningless stories gave me pure childish pleasure. Granny used to put one morsel after another in my mouth while she told all those ‘stories’. That is the earliest memory of my mamabari. After moving in Salt Lake we could get chance to visit them twice a year. During summer and puja vacation we used to get one day off to visit them. At that time telephone was costly. Very few homes had phone services at their home. We didn’t have the facility at our home. What a change within twenty years of span!! Now we have three- four phones. Even some people have more than on personal phones. Now we have numerous option to communicate. My father used to write a letter one month earlier to my ‘boromama’(eldeat maternal uncle) about our arrival at their home. As soon as the vacation used to start we sisters became excited to visit them. During puja vacation we used to visit on the seventh day of ‘Durga Puja’. We had rule in our home. Those two days we woke up very early in the morning. Till date all our family members are early riser. So, it was not a problem to us. On the top of that, we could hardly sleep on the previous night. Excitement kept us awake almost all the night. 7:30 sharp we would be waiting at the bus stop. First a long journey from Salt Lake to Howrah station by bus. I didn’t want to get down at the station. I always wish that the journey would be longer one. Next was to get the train ticket at Howrah station. Standing in a long queue for a long time was challenge to me. As a youngster it was the toughest job to stand beside my mother as quiet as possible. Next excitement was to board the train. My mother never made sit in the train. I always stood beside the window to look outside. After getting down from the station, it was another fifteen minutes walk to our mamabari. My elder sister and I used to run from the station to mamabari to meet our cousins. But, that magical one day used to finish within no time. However, all those days are gone. Now that very home home is almost empty. Only boromama is alone there. We have no contact with them. Sometimes adults behave extremely stupid ways. After a family fight they snapped all ties with us. What a silly fight that was!!! Now we have contact only with our cousin brother. We some times talk with each other. Another uncle is no more. Our youngest uncle is in another city. All of a sudden I desperately wanted to go to that very house. I wanted to hug my boromama , who is alone there. What change in life!!! Once a deeply resounding house is now deserted. No granny is there to give me coconut. No one is there to give me new dress during puja. No one is there to wait for us with great excitement. People want so many things to god, but I want my childhood back.