Ragat ra Dhuwa (Blood and Smoke) हुँदैन बिहान मिर्मिरेमा तारा झरेर नगए बन्दैन मुलुक दुई–चार सपूत मरेर नगए (Morning will not dawn Without a fallen star, A country isn’t formed Without a sacrifice of a few sons) – Bhupi Sherchand If the Earth were to be divided into…
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A book review of “No path in Darjeeling is Straight” by Parimal Bhattacharya “Darjeeling is never to be found in its Mall and Chowrasta, in its five points and seven points. It is not concealed, like the pea in the princess’s tale, in the snows, pine trees, hills and…
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“Oh, Yes” she moaned.He was glad that she couldn’t see him blush. “That’s the spot,” she said.He kneaded her soft nape. “Little down, yeah right there.” she requested. He pressed his palms against her back. The bones cracked like a dry twig on an autumn afternoon. “Ahhnnnh” she gave a…
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“Every man’s memory is his private literature.”Aldous Huxley We can never escape from our memories. For some of us, winter is a sweet reminder of stone candy that was sold without any licensed entrepreneurship in our village. In the lap of the tiny tea estate, every winter Mark’s Granny warmed…
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The Reunion My aluminium mug is full to the brim with Jaad – rice wine. I spent most of my winter days in her kitchen by the fire like Bahini, the housecat. Kay, my host’s daughter is one of my best friends in the village. When we were kids, she…
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I received news of his passing. I had known him for one summer but we formed camaraderie, a bond strange and strong. I was nine years old and he was almost sixty. I was veritably sad but I knew the force of nature. He was an old man and had…
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