This is about a Bengali middle-class family, who individually face so many rough patches in life but when they bend together, they fought every single fight strongly.

My father (Mr Tapan Kumar Das ) was born and brought up in Kolkata. Cherished every single day with fun and laughter, he was hardworking and was very good in "Art and Craft". Everyone used to say that - "he was gifted with the talent of Lord Vishwakarma".

He used to do some craft stuff in the meantime, then one day all of a sudden My grandfather died, my father was very young at that time and was the youngest child. That was 3 sisters and 4 brothers so 2 sisters got married before the death of my grandfather remain was 1 younger sister and 4 brothers left including my father.

All the other 3 brothers decided to leave the state and go outside for a job so they left and 1 brother moved to Bhopal, 1 to Darjeeling and 1 went to Lucknow.

My father and my youngest aunt left behind with my grandmother. It was hard to run the family for my grandmother all by herself so my father decided to search for a job in their hometown staying with his mother and the youngest sister.

So he dropped out wasn't able to complete his education because of the tough tight schedule of work, and after all this life wasn't treating them very well.

On the other side My mother ( Mrs Rupali Das) the only child of her parents.

From her childhood, she was living with her father, her mother her uncle aunty and their 1 son and 2 daughters.

But unfortunately from childhood, she was not able to know her real mother because My Nanny was having weak eyesight ( she was blind ) so when my mother so very small my nanny went to her home to live with her parents cause she was very weak by health n by sight so she was not in a position to take care of her baby girl. So after some time when she was in such a state of mind to understand everything, she was informed about her mother.

Nanny started to take care of her daughter, but my mother was very obedient, quiet, lovely she was in classical dance practice and singing practice too, and the most brilliant student in her class she used to top her class every teacher used to love her very much. The days pass by and then one day my mother's uncle to whom she was very close, she used to admire him as a godfather, he passed away because of some wrong treatment.

To be continued……….