The year was 2004. Mumbiram and Vrinda were living in the Kunja dwelling of Dashrath and Mangaltai Naik. It was on the quiet Raut Galli of Akshi. The Naiks lived downstairs. Mumbiram and Vrinda lived upstairs. The elderly lovely couple Ramkrishna Raut and his wife were the nearest neighbors. Sarpanch Nandkumar Walanj had his wadi beyond them. The Dongre family had a large tract of land across the street. The Dongres made big money a hundred years before, selling the famous Dongre Balamrit. Most of the Dongre descendants had settled elsewhere. There was a wadi behind Mangaltai´s house. Coconut, Supari, Mango, Jackfruit were the commonly seen trees in those days in such wadis. A big area of Dashrath’s wadi was a banana plantation. There were Chikoo and Papaya trees in front and beautiful white Hibiscuses and Parijat trees were bringing up the flanks of the house. Most importantly, Dashrath and Mangaltai were gracious hosts.
The walk from that home to the ocean passed through some overgrown ´virgin´forests. One had to overcome some thorny thickets of exotic shrubs and vines and some streams that were frequented by wild boars. It was an exciting, even thrilling walk. It was an inviting amphitheatre for Mumbiram´s costume dramas. Now he had Vrinda with all the enthusiasm to match his own to join in Rasa creativity.
It appears that Mumbiram had secret admiration for Raja Rammohan Roy. Like every child of his age Mumbiram had read about R3 in his middle school history books. Apart from his social reform activities what had caught Mumbiram`s fancy was the visual flourish of R´s attire and demeanor. Walking to the ocean in the hot Konkan Sun on this cool winter morning Mumbiram was equipped with a straw hat and a shoulder cloth. That was somehow enough for Mumbiram to conjure a Raja Rammohan Roy for Vrinda´s camera. It mattered not that Vrinda didn´t know who R3 was .