My grandfather came to India in 1930 from Bangladesh after graduation. He lived in a village called Baniara before that. My forefathers and distant cousins have been living in this village for seven generations, ever since they came to Bangladesh. Here, in this village, I have seen and heard things which I will never forget. I also visited the grave of my ancestors. Baniara is famed for its high literacy rate. The Bengali spoken here is a bit different from the ones I have heard elsewhere... kind of like British English being different from other forms of English.
Basail is the ancestral village of my paternal grandmother. Calling this place just a village would be doing injustice to it. I mean, it is just at the threshold beyond which a village can be termed to a town. I simply loved the overnight stay at Basail because I rarely get any chance to go to a village, let alone staying for a night. The electricity condition here is same as that of any Indian village: pathetic.
