That Washington DC institutions often had Houses propping them up had become clear to Ajit-Anjali during their north Bengal stint.
"There were roadside stalls and kiosks. selling cooked meals etc, the shop was the 'front', a door at the back of the shop led to living quarters, where the shopkeeper usually lived, sometimes with spouse and children," Anjali would say.
Because of the proximity of the civilian airport, butchers were not allowed, since the way meat was culled and sold in India, it would attract scavenger birds, these disrupted flights during take-off and landing.
The stress of US defence firms on Washington DC had also become evident.
"The locals in these north Bengal towns were sturdy, quite westernised. During road repair, men and women worked together, laying/levelling the tar, both gender wore denim pants and jackets, it didn't seem like India."
With a certain level of awareness, one ought to have realised that if US defence firms were 'shaping' the allusions work, then it would be tough for Antara to grow up in a western country, she'd have to stay in India to be closer to reality.
While the fruit orchard was at the back of the north Bengal house, the front was a flower garden, a gravel path neatly dividing it into two halves.
It was a lush garden, roses and seasonal flowers aplenty, but its top drawing was the 'Night Queen', which bloomed occasionally, probably once a month.
The 'Night Queen' was large and white, it bloomed towards midnight, Ajit-Anjali apparently waited with the girls, staying up to see it bloom at that unearthly hour.
It withered in a day or two, its majesty was of the night.
"We want to take it to south Bengal, when we got transferred out of the north Bengal town," Ajit had said.
"It wouldn't bloom, it wasn't for your climes," the gardener had replied.
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By the mid-1990s, Antara came across the consequences of what Ajit-Anjali had found out in north Bengal of the late 1970s.
For reasons not known to her, it became her burden, her parents and sibling either disliked discussing the Brabourne Junior College dorm or they had processed north Bengal in their own terms, for themselves, and left Antara out of it.
Brabourne Junior College dorm had two rows of beds on either side of the aisle, it was a cavernous hall, it accommodated around 22-25 girls at any given time.
Across the aisle from Antara was a Nepali girl from Darjeeling, her father was a West Bengal govt officer, they used the same govt circuit house in Kolkata that Ajit did.
Darjeeling's best friend shared the bed next to her, another Nepali girl but from Kathmandu, initially mistaken to be a royal till she explained that her father owned a candy/confectionery factory.
She brought and shared candies from home, the ones made in their factory, she also kept loads of dried noodles, of various kinds, in a duffel bag, where Antara discovered Wai-Wai for the first time, what they snacked on.
Both the Nepali girls had trouble eating Brabourne's Bengali meals, so they snacked quite a lot.
Another pair of girls that spoke in Nepali with Darjeeling-Kathmandu were two sisters, not twins but studying in the same class. They came from Siliguri, both had cleared their ICSE exam from the Matigara school that the sibling had attended in her childhood.
Thus, the presence of four Nepali or Nepali-speaking girls in Brabourne's Junior College dorm, all studying the Arts, didn't create the frenzy in Antara's parents that it should have.
Why had they come down to the plains, who had sent them, why take so much trouble for a Brabourne Junior College course, only to return, they were so loathe to stay in Kolkata?
It was a mystery that would never be solved.
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Thus, individuals seemed focused on topics of relevance, of imminent importance, they didn't care whether Antara spoke with an Anglicised accent or if she looked down upon the Bengali dialect of Purulia.
At Brabourne Junior College, English texts studied and discussed spoke of dialects as "provincial mud worn on the boots", would you want to carry the mud of your province/hometown all over the world?
Or would you rather discuss what was important about Asansol or Purulia, what gave those towns character, what an outsider wouldn't understand during a weekend getaway?
In all the women Antara met in her life, from all over India, she never noticed any awareness or consciousness of their own accent/dialect or an attempt to correct Antara's.
It was true that Antara was distant, they were not afraid of physical contact, Kashmiri girls held Antara's hand as they chatted, Jamshedpur girls held her by the ears and shook her head from side to side. The Midnapore girls would stand by her bedside merely to see her wake up, "There, there, Antara-di was waking up, a plate of roshogolla."
Those like Naz... referred to their bags as 'baigs', such was their accent, and when Antara laughed, she'd protest, "No, Antara, it was a 'baig', that was correct, 'baig', not 'byaag' as you all say."
July 22, 2026.
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