It wouldn't be too late in the night for bachelors like us, a couple of who were forced ones with their families living in Bengal, enjoy a good session of gossips in Bangla, the mother tongue! Amongst the handful few, a few enthusiastic Bengalis would pool in after the day's work in the hills of West Sikkim. A few was the count of Bengalis in that place and fewer the ones who would dare to participate in a jamming adda session. I used to stay in Tikjuk, a place between Gyalshing (Gayzing) and Pelling where government quarters are located and would come down to join them occasionally. The adda would usually unfold at the manager's residence of a bank in Gyalshing, sometimes to be joined by the branch manager of another bank who was posted in Pelling. There were no core banking solutions and the bankers used to break their necks with heavy lenses on the bridge of their noses poring over big fat registers called ledgers by different names. Information technology was a ...
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