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The Day I Was Happy

Short Story

From the bed in our old house, I could see the park and all those playing there. How lucky they were!

Ma said that rats would come one day, take my teeth and give back stronger and sharper ones. “Ma, when will the rats come? It pains!” Ma was not there to hear me. Nobody hears me. Even Majid Bhai would not listen to me when I say that I’m spitting blood. Anyway, when everyone would be celebrating, I would have to work.

May 4, 2003 1 comment

Too Lucky To Be Yours

Short Story

As for me, I am a thirty-two year old spinster, living alone in my eleventh floor apartment. And if you too think that I need a physical fitness program, let me tell you that I get enough by beating around the bush, by jumping to conclusions, by going round in circles and by running down my boss! Who wants more? …

May 1, 2003 1 comment

An Epic Journey

Articles

Just one more day of school. Wishing myself good luck, I begin my journey. My school, Don Bosco School Liluah, is situated in Liluah, which is a five kilometres’ journey from Howrah Railway Station. Howrah is located in West Bengal of India.

Crossing the stretch of no man’s land, from Howrah to Liluah, is not merely a journey; it’s more of an adventure sport. And, travelling in an auto rickshaw augments the adventure. I belong to those fortunate fools to avail this ‘devil’s own’ mode of transport to reach my school, twice every day, five days a week. It is an epic journey every day.

April 17, 2003 0 comments

Looking Down At Myself

Poetry

When I look up at the sky, I see not any stars;
Nor do I see any planet, moon, cloud, neither any comet.

What I see are faces.

Faces, looking down at me, speaking to me and calling me…
Every face forms a star; and every star — a face.

April 1, 2003 4 comments

The Perplexed Choice

Poetry

The peals of laughter seems so spiteful With its sympathetic touch, It is really frightful. Everything in life is cursed.

But cursed be life For the birth of such superfluous emotions, Full of redemptions, Spanning beyond the reach Of the tattered and the scattered Grains of torrential curse.

February 22, 2003 0 comments

The Orion Halo

Poetry

It was a mid-day morn A man on terrace With few drapes worn, Just out of bath To repeat those prayers Daily sworn.

With folded arms he was standing, Facing the Sun He was praying. What could be seen Was him and the star An invisible beam joining.…

February 1, 2003 0 comments

Why In Vain

Lyres

Why I write again Why am I in pain Why can’t things be right

Why you ask, why again?

Why can’t people do good Why can’t dreams come true Why aren’t things controlled

Why you ask why untold?

November 29, 2002 0 comments

One Drop

Lyres

One drop of tear doesn’t make you cry,
One wisp of air doesn’t make you fly.

One drop of terror doesn’t make you afraid,
One coin of wealth doesn’t complete your trade. …

November 21, 2002 0 comments

Life Again

Poetry

Today I woke up
And things happened!

Soon, I’ll go to sleep, dream
And try to ammend.

Tomorrow I’ll again awake
And more things will happen.

Again I’ll go back to sleep and dream.
So, what does one recommend?…

November 19, 2002 0 comments

Another Step Back Ahead

Lyres

You feel the tender should, But it does not when it could. You plan its wean route, It moves not in refute.

Peeping through your own eyes, The dream is of wisps of cloud. With wrinkled skins, Feels that things never work out.…

October 6, 2002 0 comments

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