"What makes the boat stay afloat on the waters, Ma ? ", a pair of glinting brown eyes looked up in expectation . Supriyo secluded himself from the raucous crowd of the bus , burying himself into his ever recurring pensive moods and thinking about Anu ; Anunima his mother (or was she anymore ? ) He was returning to roypara after almost 8 years , the neighborhood which had sheltered his childhood and perhaps mistakingly a few years of his adolescence as well . Roypara ; a sleepy neighborhood sprawling sheepishly in the south of Kolkata. Its residents , mostly employees of the national banks , perpetuated the lives handed over to them by their ancestors , defying the change and pace of the world around . They contented themselves with whatever life offered them , no excessive ambition , no mercenary hankering dared to sully the composed , handed-over -to them lives . He had been merely 6 when he was ...