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A man with jet black hair and lanky frame entered 'Seema Hotel'. The board outside it spoke about its rustic charm and 25 year old legacy. Inside, the counter was manned by a person with salt and pepper hair, presumably in his 60’s. A makeshift platform with idol of Goddess Lakshmi was kept there, adorned [...]
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Some memories still shine through the mists of time. Seems like only yesterday that I was a young lad, all of 11 years old, complete with scruffy shoes and grubby palms, studying in class 6 in a boarding school where they put you through a regimen that is designed to keep you occupied 24x7. Good [...]
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Revisiting the days of childhood has become my favourite pastime now. It seems like yesterday when I was a little girl going to school. Those were the days of a carefree life. We had a perfect allocation of play-time and study-time. Holidays and Sundays were enjoyable. Whenever I look back, the names of those simple [...]
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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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I would not be required to visit them again, after today. Accounts in Banks and Post Office opened decades ago were now being closed. Obviously people who opened these accounts were no longer available at the time of closing. But the younger ones in authority were equally helpful. After the formalities, as a final homage, [...]
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Prologue ‘The Eyes Have It’ was part of my School Curriculum. For those who haven’t read the short story by Ruskin Bond, it is about a chance encounter between a young man and a young woman in a train compartment. Our hero, conscious of the young lady’s presence strikes a conversation with her and tries [...]
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Prologue : We reached VT Railway station one and a half hours earlier than the scheduled departure of our train. My Father has always been a stickler for time. It is to an extent where we wait for doors to open, shutters to roll up and airport boarding gates to deny us entry. It is [...]
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I have never travelled much by local trains in Mumbai. But during my stay in Kolkata, I often had to commute from my in-laws home at Bardhaman to Kolkata or vise versa. During office hours the local trains were very crowded. But yes, if one still managed to get a seat by the window, the [...]
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The Introduction I started my day the way I usually did.  Getting up around 6.30AM, going for a swim, feeling awesome and awake, lying like “dead on water” for a while followed by basking in the morning sun and going home in wet pants. So the daily routine was about to begin. My mind started [...]
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I was running on a trail. The redwoods were a magnificent sight and I was basking in the glory of running amidst nature. The organizers had asked us to follow the arrows marks and said that volunteers would be stationed at regular intervals. I was soon lost in the beauty of the pristine green surroundings, [...]
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Being a Delhi-ite I have a mountain of experience of DTC buses. This was a time when there was no metro and no mobile phones. The only mode of public transport were buses. I used to board a bus for my office daily at 7:30am. We were four girls who used to be at the [...]
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Digambar Ramachandra Kulkarni. The name evokes an image of an old Maharashtrian Brahmin with a shaved head, who visits our homes for the annual Satyanarayan Puja. One of my favorite authors Mark Twain once proclaimed that Truth is stranger than fiction. Digya was nothing like that imagined Maharashtrian Brahmin. He was a bumbling kid of [...]
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Gopan had just lain down after having lunch when his wife, Indrani extended the not-yet-opened inland letter to him. “Came today?” He explored. “Hmm...” “Who?” He inquired. “Sushila didi.” “Read,” he ordered. As Indrani cut the upper pasting with her right forefinger, Gopan let out a long, lazy yawn and dropped his head on one [...]
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Reviewer analysis Terraces and balconies had been my favourite spots of any building all through. Since when this love affair actually grew, I cannot possibly recollect. But the first experience of having a balcony attached to my room happened in late eighties, when from a single storied house we shifted to a double storied one. [...]
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Reviewer analysis Miracles happen. Whether it happens for anybody at random or for a chosen few, I really don’t know. I can’t recall any miracle from my life but have heard a story from my father-in-law. He is a doctor. Those days he was getting ready to join the Royal College of Surgeons in UK [...]
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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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Reviewer analysis Since childhood, I was drawn to calligraphy – the art of handwriting. However, I was living in Kandahar, Afghanistan, and did not have any mentor to teach me how to do it. If I had a mentor, I would have become a calligrapher, for sure, because I loved writing with a bamboo pen [...]
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Prologue : Letters... Those harbingers of sadness, happiness and euphoria, which are unfortunately conspicuous by their absence currently, are still as enigmatic and intriguing as they were 30 years ago! The best thing about letters is that even after years, they have the power to drag us down those misty and faded memory lanes, making [...]
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Reviewer analysis Letters are memoirs that peep into some forgotten, narrow ally of our lives - some dark and some illuminated with joys and laughter. Those days are past now; the joy of receiving a letter, the wait, the anticipation of the smiles it brings to the receiver... and much more. Reading it for the [...]
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