A garden treat

Kamal Baruah
They sing themselves in perfect harmony; they dance in synchronization to the beats of Madal (two-headed hand drum) while performing during the autumn.
The worth noticing part of the dance form are its steps. It’s Jhumur Nach. They work during the day and dance by night-time. It was clear and louder at refracting night during my stay in Tezpur but didn’t see an eyewitness account of that wonders until Ratulda’s lunch invitation at Dhulapadung.
One fine weekend we finally decided to meet him in his bungalow. My bike had jolted on the bumpy road of Rangapara despite the fact I drove carefully on the muddy lane over the tyre marks. The path was very steep so I was careful that my newlywed spouse didn’t fall in that honeymoon trip. We saw plucking leaves by groups of bagani (tea garden worker) women in the lush green at God’s own scenic beauty while males deal with tough jobs in the factory.
The peaks of Silver oaks (shade tree) were shrouded in mist.
(To be contd)