Open the first photo album you can find –real or virtual, your call–and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there. Tell us the story of that photo.
This is a picture of me, it was taken by my friend, Evelyn Baptist, here I’m sitting on the grass, it is surrounded by some shrubs and plants, this is my residence in, Holy Cross College, Dhaka.
That day most of us were thinking of starting an autograph,where we could get our friends and teachers to write something and sign our names, Evie went a bit further she wanted me to wear a sari and get my picture taken to paste on the first page of my book. I agreed, if you see this picture, I’m really not sure if you can tell I was nervous in my sari,I feared the pleats may come off, and make me look like a fool.I always avoided wearing a sari, this day Evie was firm, she said, “you have to wear it.”
I must have borrowed the sari from one of the girls, I didn’t have any. I felt at ease with my Shalwar Kamiz.
This is what I wrote on the first page:
Use your pen and brains
And do not let me ask in vain
When many years have passed away
And evening shadows round me play
Then shall this book of jest and truth
Recall the memories of my youth
Dear friends I once again invite
A few lines in my book to write.
Signed : C.S.