As the Tohtoh made its way thru the dusty terrain of the Bzr...hitting feverishly the lalgarh Rd to Pathraul ,the Rd felt comfortable well laid now the Pannalal Banerjea Rd..only 'Dokhhinee' the villa survives today...on tht particular stretch to Patel saw mill....which my eyes missed this time...The battery operated Tohtoh took me to temple town Pathraul ,abode of Ma Dokhhina Kali....whr yr after yr we frequented seeking her blessings. ...This New yr was no new fare.....same group of Brahmins doing the ablutions. .. .The video call to Doel upon return journey draws huge queries of the landscape from her side...The pertinent query of animal sacrifices thr...which she abhors....to top it all...The Railway Running Room now a Virasaat Bhavan thr.....
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