By Priyarupa Sinha (L&T MHPS)
He sat beside the bamboo tree and prepared the cotton candies.
Each time he caught my glimpse , his face had an unrestrained glee.
He made me sit on his old frail lap and narrated some delightful tales .
He had a talent unmatched by any other storyteller and patiently narrated each minute detail.
His eyes brimmed with passion as he unfolded each story ,
and kept me mesmerized till the end of his stirring oratory.
Then one fine day he vanished from my sight without apprising ,
Imagining a day without his story was no less than shocking.
Years later as I wonder what might have happened to him ,
I realize that he must have been reciting his stories in the heaven.