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My short stories of 2016

Flashback of heady seventies! I have made an honest attempt to write a series of short stories reflecting back the life in a small town 40 years ago. Some of my stories revolved around presence of mystical trees like Bamboo, Wood Apple. And in association of Ghosts or ‘Atma’ of different times morning, noon and night, they indeed created a heady cocktail!

A plump old Woman and her intriguing attachment with a tree (Drumstick tree and an old Woman’s Voice ) left me wondering few unexplained facts of life. And not to forget all these magical moments which defined our existence and enriched us during our growing up years.

Durga Puja ( Durga in my house ) was less about enjoying and more about observing rituals like half day of fasting, listening with devotions our priest chanting Mantras, taking pride in bell ringing during evening ‘Aarti’ before others could grab & the list is unending. On the contrary Krishna RasYatra (srikrsna’s rasayatra and a fairytale) was celebrated with pomp and gaiety. ‘Pandal’ (Bamboo made structure) adorned with paper cuttings and shola make birds hanging in the center all round brought festivities in our drooling eyes.

Everything was there in moderation; there was entertainment, punishment and of course mystery. The mystical environment always mesmerized and embraced us. The pleasant smell of heavenly golden color flower on Top of the terrace of our Deity room, The murmur of a mango tree on a typical Windy Umbrella Summer Afternoon, The Light of The Glow-worm during twinkling, Pitch Dark Nights out in the open all were ingredients of a forgotten era.

And when life became all too predictable around their presence, there was those beautiful black eyes to fall upon. It reminded of a quotation in an Art gallery Famous ‘Blessed are they who see Beautiful Things in humble Places’ . I ought to say that I made peace with those radiant black henna applied eyes manifested as bird’s nest in a ‘Jibananda classic’.

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