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Prologue It was the rain soaked July afternoon in Kolkata. I was walking towards the bridge that connected the Dhakuria market to the Ballygunge flyover, and under this connector one could see shops after shops selling merchandise to people. I and my sister love street shopping. It has the buzz and charm of finding something [...]
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Hands holding the dried seeds of hope, Can feel the breeze under the shed of the majestic pine trees. Body is soil and soil is body, Both engraved memories of soulful Nature. -Sufi In the sticky, sweating and humid July of summers in Kolkatta, as far as I can move my eyes, I see tall [...]
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Prologue Dear Nani, How are you? You didn’t come last month to meet me and I thought you got sick again. Please ask mamu to bring rabri for me and gulab jamuns and I want small fishes for my aquarium too.Summer holidays have begun. The clay pots you gave me broke again. I, Imran and [...]
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