It was in the year 1966-67 I was in class VII in SPV Hr Sec School in New Delhi, when we shifted to R K Puram Sector IV. It was a newly built Government Residential Colony. Our flat was on the border of Sector III and IV, IIT delhi was at stone’s throw distance also newly built. Munirika Gaon was on the other side of the road also bordering Sector IV near the Bus terminous of Sector IV which was practically the end of the city and bordering Munirika Gaon. Near the bus stand where the Munirika Gaon starts were few Kirana shops and surprisingly a Homeopathy shop owned and run by a Bengali Doctor, Dr Bhakta, it was his residence cum chamber, who was from Andamans to be precise.
The scene inside the Munirika Village was very surprising to us. Wild peacocks would be seen roaming around unlike in the city of Delhi. There were few big wells where the women folk would be seen gathering for collecting water for drinking purpose. Some of our relatives from Kolkata who visited our flat also visited the village for fresh drinking water.
The scene inside the Munirika Village was very surprising to us. Wild peacocks would be seen roaming around unlike in the city of Delhi. There were few big wells where the women folk would be seen gathering for collecting water for drinking purpose. Some of our relatives from Kolkata who visited our flat also visited the village for fresh drinking water.
We were the initial inhabitants of R K Puram Sector IV. There was a dry nullah which we had to cross to go to Sector III. During monsoon it became filled up with water which had high current. There was a metal pipe which criss-crossed the nullah over it , one could cross the nullah over it with little balancing. During one monsoon season, I along with my friend whose name I don t remember any more went there to cross but the high current made us step back. My friend encouraged and some how forced me to cross against my will. After going half-way I wanted to come back, I was in a catch 22 position, then the worst happened I slipped. But some how I came back. After 50 years I still think I was a big mistake I agreed to my friend.
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