This book, as the title suggests, is about the journey of the elders from the past to the present, and yes, you are correct. The book has the ability to become a poet's masterpiece.
In this book, you will find some Ajijis who couldn't spend many days in Mother Earth's lap. The story is about a girl who couldn't embrace the shroud of youth and couldn't find the desired love. So, without thinking about her family, she handed them a letter of resignation from the stage of life.
The story revolves around her uncle, on whom the influence of bad company had fallen so heavily that it seemed as if he had an innate right to it. The story is about her uncle whose lifeless body he found on the road, and the story is about her uncle who taught her how to survive in big cities like the capital.
The cup of morning tea, often kept under her eyes, and the chutneys on her body, they used to wash and cleanse them often.
The story is about her aunt, who showered her with much love and affection. Even after disputes in the houses, the way all houses were the same for her, her nature was the same for all the children.
And the story is about that family where the seeds of happiness never sprouted. Happiness, well, it was never in sight for that family. Those moments which were meant to pass had passed. They collided with time. We were defeated by it, and Time was destined to win.
