From Where I belong
I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accidents has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not.
They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage.
They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wandered
back to lands which is ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.
They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage.
They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wandered
back to lands which is ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.
Photographs : Arghyaneal Bhaumik (Chobigrapher)
Article : Aayushi Parihar