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I looked up
And, I noticed the eye.
The sky seemed limited,
And the clouds, heavy;
Still, the rain could cover
My mind with tranquility.
Thank God she is alive, I almost killed someone. She makes sure that she is breathing fine, walks up to the girl and gives her a hand to help her stand. This time she tells her with a calm voice. Next time we meet, leave me alone and tell your followers to do the same. I’m not interested in your boyfriend or whatever. I just want to go to school and have a good time. Stella just looks at her with bloodshot eyes and nods slowly yes. And don’t tell anybody about this, or I will tell them that you peed your pants out of fear. She walks away and the only noise she hears is the sound of a sobbing girl.
Likewise, a woman possesses two types of properties. Naturally, one property resides in her, while the second property is oriented by the events that occur from time to time in her life. Indeed, both wrongdoings as well as good doings of a woman depend upon the people she is confronted with most frequently in her daily life, and the environment she is provided with. It is not herself who decides which of her traits dominates; it’s the society who provokes her for both her wrongdoings and right doings.
When Sarba called up his mentor that night all the village elders including the ladies were present in Mr. Sengupta’s house. Each in turn talked to Sarba for a while. Emotion-filled words from choked throats totally overwhelmed the boy of twenty five at the other end. The phone call session lasted close to an hour.
Everyone got more excited now. I couldn’t believe my Death day celebration will take such an interesting turn. So far all I knew about Calcutta is from my aunt and uncle and some of my personal experiences. But the night is young, and death is only the beginning.
Priya waved her hands towards me. “Step in,” she whispered. Shakily, I jumped over the window and landed inside. We had carried a pocket torches with us. Carefully we started to look for information about Rupa.
There was no single day when the prayers were not being said. The family visited Temples, Gurdwaras, Mosques and Churches. They said their prayers in all languages, all non-verbal languages too, but … God was not listening it seemed. The prayers were not being heard.
But deep within him, there was a conflict. He wanted to do business and travel a lot. He did not want to hurt his father either. Life was strange and fickle, always throwing things before one realizes the gravity of expectations. The battle between his mind and heart went on when one fine day his heart overpowered his mind. He quit education midway and expressed his desire.
I am sure many of you can relate to the period of 90’s. This was probably the best phase of transition we kids of that time saw. The old die hard habits of elderly and another sect readily waiting to explore the westernization. We basically had the option of being both. The extreme phase where middle class families predominated in the society and the rich were those who lived in foreign countries.