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Every evening, cool breeze from the Ganges used to find its way through the solitary window of Baby’s shack, after the siren from the jute mill shrieked to announce a recess for the second shift, on ...
I sat by the sea shore, gazing at those faraway waves frolicking in abandon and gathering small pebbles and dirt in its continuous motion as they advanced and then receded to the unknown. My mind ...
You could call our Mukherjee Para ancient. In 1947, it was an hour’s ride from Khulna by a horse tonga. A bicycle took about forty minutes. Boys who had a bicycle, kept it squeaky clean and flaunted ...
For the last couple of days they could not contact Banesingh. Thrice the ring-tone from his mobile was quite clearly audible. But it continued till its end and none received the calls. They presumed ...
When she had come to the temple, she had not known who she was. She was 12 and just traveling through a wedged place—two high walls on either side growing above her head and out of reach. One, the ...
“6E 628 NOW BOARDING” Finally, thought Bani as she sprang up from her seat. “Indigo passengers to Bangalore please proceed to boarding” came the announcement. Bani was frustrated with the wait, and ...
Geoffrey and Joffre, two Giraffes of the Savannah were found very gloomy. Often they would sway their long necks and observe all things around with sad and blank looks. Tatung, one of the alert ...
Driving along the one-way road circling the Ulsoor Lake, I keep left. Not that the two and the three-wheeling rodeos of Bangalore have any respect for the lanes. “Born of torn condoms of huffing ...
After I’d waited for fifteen minutes in the hot sun, my cab finally arrived. I got into the back seat of the cab and asked him immediately - “Bhaiya, please switch on the AC?” He replied ...
Jyoti Prasad, unlike his name, had a rather dull-looking face. A nondescript face that would quickly fade from one’s memory like the thin morning mist after sunrise. Every morning, Jyoti Prasad, a ...
“For what is real can’t be seen and which is seen is not always real.” Reality is the ultimate truth a principle which can’t be ignored, but a sad fact is we prohibit truth meanly in our life. This ...
17.1.17 Whose life am I living? Amma, is Pawan, your definition of a ‘suitable boy’? Are you happy now? Twilight at the horizons, don’t keep reminding me of the dance dresses I’d never wear. I am ...
Kamala watched the muddy raindrop slide along the tender stem of the sapling. The sapling grew through a crack along concrete in a corner of the sidewalks. That crack was new, she could tell. She did ...
From the balcony of my seventh floor apartment, I spot a man. He is wearing half-shirt and a trouser. His dress is soiled, though it fits him well. A semblance of footwear drags him along. His hair ...
“Come on, I am going out on a limb here”, he urged with an expression on his face which was a cross between a smile and a smirk. He had spent the better part of the evening waiting for the right ...