I grew up in Bairagi Para, in a financially challenged farming family belonging to a Tripuri tribal community.
Our family of five lived in a bamboo-and-mud house on the banks of the Sumili river that divides the village into two parts. Eventually we relocated to the other side of the village due to erosion of the river bank.
I helped my parents on the farm, particularly assisting my mother with weeding.
I fondly remember enjoying our farm-grown tapioca and yam roasted by my mother, and also savouring leftover rice – with a pinch of salt – in the mornings. On special occasions like Tring (New Year), my mother purchased new clothes for us.
Living in Bairagi Para had both moments of happiness and also difficulties.
During winter, Sumili’s water would recede. On moonlit winter nights, my friends and I would stroll along the riverbank, watching the glistening sand and playing games.
During summer rains, the river would swell and we would take delight in swimming in the river after returning from school – which was one-and-a-half kilometres away.
After Class VI, I stayed with relatives in Agartala to continue schooling. But I missed my parents’ care and guidance. After failing my class X exams twice, I returned home.