A full thirty days after Ramadan comes Eid. How wonderful and beautiful is the morning of Eid! The trees look greener, the field more festive, the sky has a lovely pink glow. Look at the sun! It comes up brighter and more dazzling than before to wish the world a very happy Eid. The village is agog with excitement. Everyone is up early to go to the Eidgah mosque.
After Lakhai took a piece, Binti slowly began eating. Between bites she asked, “Why do you bring me things—this and that—every day?”
“Don’t you know?”Lakhai beamed and took her hand in his. “Your father said it himself. He’ll marry you to me.”
The tulsil plant at the edge of the yard looked dry. Its leaves became brown again. After the arrival of the police, nobody watered it. Nobody recollected the teary eyes of the woman of the house.
It depicts the cruelty of our society that takes girls to be a burden on it materially and culturally as well.
People who know what they want must always know how to get them. That's why they are go - getters like we want you to become.
“21st February.”
“Good.”
“Why do we celebrate it?”
“How can I tell? Me, a primary pass-out. Days come, days go. Orders we have, and things we deliver. Beyond it I know nothing.”
It presents the corona-crisis in the life of an Aaya who works in four to five houses to eke out a living, to survive on the cruel earth.
It attests to the division of hearts between Hindu-Muslim, caused by the NRC issue. Friendship, relation have got severe jolts.
Based on Caribbean folklore, this story attests to the power of Soucouyant over her Eastern counterpart, the Rakshas.
this man, virtually homeless and disowned by family, has to find ways of surviving: he sleeps on the pavement, under a makeshift shelter of cardboard and tarpaulin; goes for the meals in a run-down hotel, twenty minutes away, along the snaking highway but this old greying man--- with broken spectacles and dirt-encrusted old shirt and crumpled pyjama and broken irregular teeth and eyes that are blank...