Ah yes! The little green suitcase! You can see me sitting on this suitcase on the book cover.
I have mentioned this suitcase in a few earlier posts and you will come to know a lot more about it in the book!
This was the suitcase I carried in my hand on the day we were released from the POW camp after two years of incarceration. This is the suitcase in which my mother stashed all the cash and her jewelry when we had to flee our home in Narayanganj. She kept it very close to her as she had put all her prized possessions in here. This is the suitcase that my mother used to keep her Quran in the camp. And after the camp this is the suitcase in which I kept my hand written notes about our imprisonment; notes that I had jotted down with the help of my mother in the seventies.
Here, inside the little green suitcase, these notes stayed; for all these years. Almost fifty if you count.
These days it sits on the desk in my study reminding me of the stories of years gone by. It is one of the most precious items in my house, a relic from the days one might want to forget. But yet, it is there, a part of my life, inseparable from me.
I will tell you much more about the little green suite case next weekend. Stay tuned ….!
The Boy Refugee: A Memoir From a Long-Forgotten War.