In my time Sharada Bandar had two buses driven by Mamu and Srikant. I was a cyclist, but the buses would pick the rest of those rich bokdes around Pangim and beyond. There was no traffic jam, besides those who drove would do so and drop the children at the door steps of the school and then drive through the playground destroying our hand built cricket pitch. I think today a boundary has been built around the playground.
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