My father was transferred to Danapur when I was very little, somewhere around 11 or 12 years I think, I am really bad at dates, so forgive me!
The thing I remember most about that place is snakes, oh yes snakes! huge ones! At least they seemed huge in childhood.
They crawled everywhere.
There was a huge open drain right behind our house and they basked in the sun on its banks, and quite often paid us a visit in the home too.
One thing happened there, a thing I will never forget- one evening I entered a room and there was a snake, a medium sized sitting (or whatever) in it! I ran to mom of course, she came with a bucket of water to scare it off, I ran outside and like a naïve (only kids can do that!) peeped in the drain pipe and had the terror of my life! the snake’s snout was two or three inches away from my eye! ;P
Whenever I think of Danapur’s snakes this is the thing that crosses my mind.