AUTHOR’S POV

The Roy Choudhury Bari stood tall and proud, a symbol of tradition and legacy. It was an old ancestral haveli tucked away in the quiet parts of Bengal, surrounded by rain-soaked trees and echoing with the voices of the past. The red bricks, the carved wooden balconies, and the long verandas told stories of generations gone by. Inside, everything had a sense of history—faded portraits on the walls, polished marble floors, the scent of incense lingering in the air.