Born and brought up in Dergaon, my mom has a certain affinity towards this small town, and this place holds innumerable stories from her childhood that she used to narrate to us in some leisurely afternoons. This time when I visited Dergaon during Bihu, I went to Negheriting Shiva Doul, a native Shiva temple built on top of a hillock amidst lush green tea gardens.
It was an early spring morning. Although the rains had stopped for a while, the clouds indicated that it will soon resurface, and in-between this significant pause, amidst acres of trees and green grass with benches at frequent distances, I had one more story-like moment.
This place will always be my mom's favourite, and so will be mine.