ts impossible to describe the joy of seeing my children again. First, of course, the welcoming party of Dipak, Iqbal, Saradat and several other dear boys who have all grown into such handsome young men. It was strange to arrive at different ghat but I had more time to relish being on Bhola Island again before arriving at Bhola Garden. And there they all were to greet me – girls on the left, boys on the right as always. Everyone got a big hug from Mammi, including of course many to whom I was just a name but very soon became my children.