My story here began in 1999 when my parents decided to have me. I was born on a drizzling summer morning in June. I am told that Dr Bhupen Hazarika had visited Oil Hospital that day, just hours before I was born. I am the third born of my parents and share a considerable age gap with my two older siblings. I was taken home (a rented house) on an olive Mahindra Jeep and some six months later, our family shifted to this new place that my dad designed and built from scratch. If I write a love letter to Duliajan, my hometown, then I cannot overlook these significant details of my life which make Duliajan what it is for me. Almost all my childhood memories of Duliajan were through the windshields of a blue-coloured Maruti 800, which I still believe, is the best car in the world!
It's 2023 and I've almost completed 24 years of living in Duliajan, speaking its lingo, interacting with its localites, creating an extended family of friends and acquaintances and of course, completing my schooling. So here's my love letter to Duliajan - the forever home:
[This is a work in progress..]
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