So after Munu, its either Osam or Mriga's turn. But Mriga wanted to keep her story for the last. she flaunted that she had the knack of it better than others. But here we had a new addition too Syon, he too had many to share. But the girls were too dominating. Syon hinted that it would be a nail biting one, still it was in vain. Nevertheless Osam got the chance now and she began describing her village scenario where one could clearly hear the whisper of the winds and chattering of the birds, long trails of tall trees and the dusty roads, in such a village was a huge three storeyed "Daak Bungla" or a palatial house . Osam belonged to a rich clan of the society. Her story was of more to do with glitters. She spoke about the Daak Bangla which had plenty of rooms, in the first two floors and the third floor was more like an open terrace with a couple of rooms. One such room, beside the terrace, was used by her Grandfather. He had a huge sofa, though not very comfortable but had a strong solidified armrest. Grandfather loved that room and very few had permission to enter it.
Osam began the story ," I was always fascinated about this room and as the eldest daughter of that generation, I was the favourite too. And thus, had complete access to that room apart from Granny and our servant Chotu. My Grandfather had a collection of stoneware belonging to his ancestors and many more such valuable items. Amongst all these non living valuables , one chattel or a living being was also a treasure of that room.That was Grandpa's Tikktiki, yes Tikk-tikki, no not a squirrel or any mouse. It was a house-lizard".
