Weaving prized moments, from life’s treasure chest, together
CHAPTER 13- FREEDOM . "Thud!" At the noise, Durga looked up and saw the old woman struggling with a mirror on the wall. She rose to her feet and thought of asking her about why she was trying to move it, but, suddenly, two lines just came to her mind..... "Jakhan roshmi porilo dorpone, Aadhar... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 12 - THE TRUTH, Durga sat with her mami's head resting on her lap, while Shailja was still unconscious. She was so aghast at the series of incidents that took place one after another that, she could not utter a word. Her lips trembled and sweat dripped from her forehead. Just moments ago, she... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 11- THE PENDANT. Durga looked around baffled. She turned back and asked her mami, "Eita kothaye elam amra? Tumi thhik jaano toh, eitai shei jaiga ?"* Her mami nodded and said, "Haan, etai. Tor mama amake anek baar dekhiyechhe eyi baarita."* Both of them gazed at the courtyard through the wide entrance. The huge... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 10 - KABIR. East Bengal, 1946 —- "Aar ekta Goli ... maar Kabir.. maar, "*screamed Javed, clapping his hands in excitement. It was a hot summer afternoon, and a group of boys have gathered under a tree to play a game of marbles, popularly known as Goli . They watched Kabir play. As usual, he... Continue Reading →
CHAPTER 9 - THE RIDDLE. A large procession moved on the streets gradually. Trucks loaded with idols of Maa Durga and her children, followed the procession. There were colors in the air. Men had their faces smeared with pink, green and purple. They were directing the group safely towards the Ganges, trying to maintain order... Continue Reading →
A Weaver at work 