They seek nothing but the freedom to do what they do best. Not often are they granted this request. And who refuses them? Most often, it is family.
Paun ke neechain jannat hai (there’s heaven underneath their feet). Upon hearing this as a child, I ran to my basement to see if life was sweeter there – no such luck.
A story about Emperor Akbar’s witty minister, Birbal, known for the clever and humorous ways in which he tackled the emperor’s questions.
It does bother me not to know whether my kids will ever read their language. Will Bengali just become a collection of gibberish words they will gradually forget as they move on with their assimilated lives in North America?