Nana's house is a sweet home. As a child,Nana's home was a place of extreme tranquillity. As soon as we heard about Nana's house, we put on our shoes and socks and were ready in a few minutes. As my father was working in the government, my mother stayed away with our three sisters and stayed at my grandfather's house in the village. My mother had trouble with the three of us alone, that's why I was the eldest in the house, so she sent me to Nanu's house.

However, I felt terrible initially because there was no place to feel bad in the house. I happily went out among everyone in the house. My aunt's house was close to Nanu's house, so my cousins also stayed at Nanu's house most of the time. Nana's house was a paradise surrounded by trees. I could get many things just by raising my hand. Many houses had guava trees. I learned to grow guavas by climbing the guava tree; the most exciting thing is that I can climb that one tree in my life.Climbing the tree was very easy. All of us brothers and sisters used to climb that tree together, and each sat on a different branch.The end of a long stick was split into two mango branches hung on it, and mangoes were laid. There was a barai tree on the pond's bank; when I brushed it, several barai would fall neatly into the water, and I would go down to the pond together to pick them up.

Kids these days don't know what bragging is.A sizeable hanging tree in the corner of the roof. Fresh desi lakt. I could not finish eating.Betel nut, banana, and jackfruit trees in the north corner of the back. There was a small pond in front of the house, which we called Andi. In which small fish such as tilapia were present. Chicken farm in open space behind. During the day, the chickens roamed around with many young chicks behind them. When Mother and Aunt Monira came, Nanu would choose the chickens she liked and put them in the oven. There were fewer deep freezes and big fridges like now. But Nanu had a special kitchen cupboard. A small lock hung, the key in Nanu's lap.

There used to be trays and boxes of exceptional food. Sometimes, something would come out from there. I wouldlive in a gap if ever found open. If found, my grandchildren would make something disappear. Football, cricket, danguli, satchara, gollachoot, bombblasting, marbles, latim - what did not play in the open space in front of the sun! There was another game - the seedling game. It was played with flat stone pieces. I could not; however, if many brothers played, I would see that we would collect cigarette packets from the street for points or prizes. Packs of expensive cigarettes are worth more points. The meeting place was the staircase of the staircase.

Carrom, Ludu, Chess, and Monopoly were regular games, and tournaments were held in Chilekotha. Who knows, they are playing ludu and carrom with money. All blessings are going. Whoops, game over. Swarnali all day, nowadays everyone plays only on the computer. Dubbing, dragging one another by sitting on a betel nut tree. These can only be realised by those who have received and practised them in the village home.

Although many have the opportunity, they cannot have fun like and we are sixteen. So, those memories always carry me forward. As a child, building cars out of scraps of unripe palm husks and competing in competitions was a daily occurrence. A boat ride in the canals and big rivers in front of many houses is a unique sight. When I remember playing football by the river, I remember many homes. Then, it is difficult to understand if you don't see the scene of catching small shrimps with your clothes or hook nets on the banks of ponds and canals. You don't know if there is such kind of kinship anywhere else. A picnic of goods looted secretly or knowingly from everyone's house. Even when discussing cutting down banana trees on the street and making tiny houses out of banana leaves to play all day, various places come to mind. I used to dive for hours in the pond-canal river, dip in the river, and participate in the competition of raising sand with my hands. Playing in the pond, floating in the water with banana trees, and competing in swimming from one side to the other was a daily occurrence. He loved me very much as a granddaughter. Once, during Eid, he gave me 500 taka and told me not to tell anyone. For others, the budget is low. I also hid the money like a good girl. Being the
first granddaughter of Nana's house, Nanu gave me a gold tip. At the moment I am at my grandparents' house. Those childhood memories are peeking out my window. Those familiar ways. Those ordinary people, many of whom are now elderly/elderly. Every street in this neighbourhood is a witness to our desperation. There was no shame at that
time. It is enough to get a bicycle tire. In 1998, when I was very young, there was a big flood; as far as I can remember, we were at Nanu's house. The house was filled with water. The ponds were all submerged in water, and the fish in the pond had come out. Seeing that fish was cutting in the backyard again, Uncle, Father, and Khalu went down with nets to catch fish. Those moments are still vivid in our eyes. They made our banana tree like a small boat. In our area, this boat made of banana trees is called Bhor. I forget the days of eating habudubu by floating beans in that pond. I forgot the real taste of rice and curry cooked with pho. I need to remember the burning smell of washing the stove made of clay. And, at this moment, those memories of my grandmother's house are coming to mind. And maybe not to get back that day. A few days ago, my grandmother died. Now I feel unfortunate when I go to my grandmother's house. It is difficult to understand what my grandmother's home is without her. Nowadays grandchildren visit all houses or flats. Where is the fairy tale kingdom in the crowd of brick and wooden buildings!!