I took this picture one morning while walking at the park in my neighborhood. So evocative!
One of my happiest memories of being a kid was going fishing at the pond on a neighbor's farm. My grandpa would come by, pick us up along with the bag lunches my mom prepared. He always provided the Grape Pop and sometimes Orange - which at the time were delirious treats. (blahhh now) But that's the fun of being a kid - everything is fantastic!!
He was a man of very few words, a grunt now and then, and his body actually looked alot like the grandfather's in the photo. I guess I learned to like people that didn't have to talk a lot. I didn't care much about fishing, mostly because it required touching worms, but the water, the boat, the trees - that was enough for me.
I remind myself -
Debasish Mridha
