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The riots were finally dying down. The once deafening chaos of shouts, screams, and gunfire had dulled to sporadic murmurs, like an ember struggling to stay alive. It had been days—maybe weeks—since the neighbourhood had been torn apart. Time had blurred. Inside the DM’s bungalow, life had settled into a strange routine. The large hall, …
At 4 AM, the doorbell rang. A sharp, urgent sound that cut through the heavy silence of the night. Mrs. Ghosh sat up with a start, her heartbeat hammering in her ears. Who could it be at this hour? She hesitated, gripping the edge of her saree, her mind racing through possibilities. The riots… the …
The thing about Khurda Road was that it wasn’t just a place—it was a living, breathing entity with a personality of its own. The streets were narrow, shaded by towering palm trees, and the houses that were identical in design but distinct in spirit. They stood like nosy relatives, always up in each other’s business. …
Moving into a new neighborhood wasn’t easy, especially for Meena. She missed her school friends, the familiar rhythm of Kolkata’s streets, and even the annoying sound of the fish vendor yelling under their old window every morning. Khurda Road felt quieter, slower, and, most of all, unfamiliar. Her first day exploring the neighborhood was more …
The day the Ghosh family officially moved into their Khurda Road house, it was anything but smooth. With its red-tiled roof and a mango tree swaying in the front yard, the house seemed to breathe with an old-world charm, as if it had stories to tell. Inside, chaos reigned. Boxes lay half-open, furniture sat awkwardly …
At first glance, 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' by Gabriel García Márquez can feel overwhelming—a labyrinth of names, magical happenings, and sprawling generations. When I began reading it, I couldn’t progress in one go. The story felt dense, the characters tangled, and the slow pace. I had to take a break, let the words settle. …
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(Thakurmar Jhuli (Grandma’s Bag): The Emergence of Classical Tales) "বাঁচার মজা গল্পে লুকিয়ে, খুঁজে পাবে ধীরে ধীরে। " ("The joy of living hides in stories; you’ll find it, little by little.") In December 1903, the colonial government, in a calculated move, announced the partition of Bengal with the ultimate motive of divide and rule. The …
Free time is a luxury these days. And when I manage to snatch a few precious moments, I embark on an epic quest to accomplish my never-ending to-do list. Brace yourselves for the thrilling tale of my attempts at productivity! The night before, I set the alarm for 5 am with excitement and hope. I …
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