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Every winter we’d head out to someplace on the outskirts of Andal, a dusty coal town then known only as a station en route to fancier places like Asansol, Raniganj and Durgapur. I hear Andal now has an airport. In the open fair grounds, we’d huddle close to each other to stay warm. Appa was generous with street food on such days. We’d wait till late to watch the jatra, the live performance of a folk tale. We’d gape at the gorgeous actors and actresses (I’m quite sure now that they were also men, but I’d have never believed that then) who, with their heavy lids, beautifully (or so I then thought) made-up faces, heaving breasts and loud voices would tell the story of Behula and Lakhinder, a story that became the stuff of movies and countless snake sagas. But for us, that story began here, under the stars on a winter night. We watched Ganadebata, Chiritoner Bibi and many others - I knew the names of the actors, kings and queens in their own small-town way, who played these characters, the storylines and even the songs! On one such winter trip to a fair in Raniganj, my eyes fell on an alarmingly lifelike rifle. My heart, emboldened by the heroics of the characters we’d just witnessed, craved it. My parents, to their credit, thought a gun was no fit present for a child. But it was not such an easy call. My sister and I never, ever, asked for anything. Ever. This was the first craving I had publicly expressed. My mother was reluctant, but Appa was weakening. Some wistful glances and longing sighs later, I came back home that night clutching a rifle taller than me. The next morning, I sprang out of bed, and ran to test out my new weapon. I got to it before my sister, who was, to her credit, not really interested. There was a slot to load the rubber ammo. In great haste, I started to open some kind of a metallic chamber when the cheap tin edge cut into my hand. I bled like a pig. I let out an involuntary cry, quickly muffling it so as to not attract the attention of my mother. But her ears were attuned to the slight noises as well as the silence of her children, both of which could have had alarming consequences, and she rushed right into the room. (Contd below)

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