a short story…
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the tiny dark man in spotless white dhoti and panjabi – in bengal the kurta has been called that for a very long time – had just reached the palm tree at the end of the unpaved gravel strewn path leading up to the house. rimi peered out of the window, her eyes getting brighter with each step the man took, as she unconsciously closed the book lying on the desk. she’d study later. now, it was time for bismil…
When I heard there is a show by Sooraj Barjatiya production I had to watch. I used to love his grand big joint family sagas full of weddings, songs and dances. All the teachings around the perfect home with a Ram like son… I used to think some of that inherent goodness is bound to seep in somewhere in me, even if in all other things am full of reality. In fact, I still tease my best friend, who laughed at me when I…
“it is really the will!” barun said the words emphatically, slapping the table in front. the tea cup rattled on the saucer. krishna threw an exasperated glance at him. “sometimes you don’t have a choice…” chacko murmured, a meditative calm in his tone. it seemed to get barun. “nonsense! you always do. free will… we all have it, i tell you!” he exclaimed, thrusting back into the lumpy brown cushion and settling in a bit more, getting comfortable. “shotu da,…