Points: The occasion — How it began — Happy ending.
It was early December. The day was bright and clear. We went to a lovely picnic spot in the heart of a big Sal forest. It stretches for more than a mile not tar from our place. We planned to cook on the spot by ourselves.
Our baskets were bursting with all the nice things that our loving mothers had given us. One of our classmates Abhishek took care of the cooking. We dug an oven with bricks and stones. We started with a round of tea, gobbling up all the sweets, singaras, biscuits and toffees in our stock. Some of us strolled about. Some others went to fetch water from the neighborhood.
By noon we sat down to a hearty meal of steaming roast meat. Everybody congratulated Abhishek on his marvelous cooking. After the meal was over, we spread a cloth under a big shade and had some rest. Ravi then announced that he was going to recite poems of Jibanananda. He was very good at recitation, and we all encouraged him. His recitation of ‘Banalata Sen’ was wonderful, specially when he was slowly reciting the lines—Her hair was dark as night in Vidisha, and her face the sculpture of Sravasti’. Ashik sang two Tagore songs, one of love and the other of Nature.
By the time it was getting dark, we packed p for home. It was a memorable day.
It was early December. The day was bright and clear. We went to a lovely picnic spot in the heart of a big Sal forest. It stretches for more than a mile not tar from our place. We planned to cook on the spot by ourselves.
Our baskets were bursting with all the nice things that our loving mothers had given us. One of our classmates Abhishek took care of the cooking. We dug an oven with bricks and stones. We started with a round of tea, gobbling up all the sweets, singaras, biscuits and toffees in our stock. Some of us strolled about. Some others went to fetch water from the neighborhood.
By noon we sat down to a hearty meal of steaming roast meat. Everybody congratulated Abhishek on his marvelous cooking. After the meal was over, we spread a cloth under a big shade and had some rest. Ravi then announced that he was going to recite poems of Jibanananda. He was very good at recitation, and we all encouraged him. His recitation of ‘Banalata Sen’ was wonderful, specially when he was slowly reciting the lines—Her hair was dark as night in Vidisha, and her face the sculpture of Sravasti’. Ashik sang two Tagore songs, one of love and the other of Nature.
By the time it was getting dark, we packed p for home. It was a memorable day.
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