Tod enough times of my romantic dreams and growing 'waves' of my young life. But the tale is not well framed til I frame the tale about 'Rajbalav' whom I shall introduce here as 'Mama'( Maternal unce0. No - he was not reated to me in any social connection.He was just a sales-man in a shop - GreatEasten Stores - oanLady Hadinge road , Gole Market, New dehi and I was living in Basu Boarding House , just opposite the shop , in those days between 1955 & 1960, during my house job in IRWIN HOSPITAL and subsequent fob as a Gazetted Medical officer under DELHI Administration.
I can not foget Rajballav - Mama and I shall not. I am now an octogenarian and have not seen ony one,( even flying manytimes to U.S.A and visiting even RUSSIA (Old USSR)and even becoming an U.S.A Citizen) who could smie so brad , asif his heart was dancing between is lips, and winning over even his worst client on the counter.
He was about 5-6 yrs older than me and yet my ony friend , those days. He was marrid and i so oftened accompanied him to his rented space in Pahar ganj . he had his old mother with him and she loved me as if I was her son too in this or some other birth. Mami -(eajballav's wife was a sweet hearted ady without any school certificate but carying abundant inherited culture to match any modern up-growth.Theirs was the real home for me foe those 4-5 years when I was the loney person in my father's Boarding house and away from my root( my mother and and sibing0and aso unmarried. But I shall need more space to tel about this Rajbalave Mama(contd)
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