The Final Farewell

The sky had adorned an unpleasant bleakness. Probal stared at it listlessly. Its pale yellowness weighed heavily on him and pulled him into depths of desolation. Dusk always saddened Probal. It was the time for goodbyes when life slowed down to rest. When the birds flapped their wings wearily towards their nests, Probal knew it was time. The sky would now be sheathed in the black cloak of night and the houses in their colony would light up their slit-like windows with the low powered yellow bulbs plunging Probal’s world…

The echo of light

Mini stood with her hands on her hips in her new house staring at the mess around her.  The movers had deposited her little boxes at the doorstep as instructed by her. She always unpacked them herself. It was her fourth rental in Pune. All her earlier ones had been apartments, and she was tired of living out of those cubby holes that she was forced to share with unfriendly flat mates. Therefore, she had jumped at the offer when her broker mentioned that a row house was available on…

The Deliverance of Binapani

The small shack was hot and sultry. Binapani, its hapless owner, looked up thoughtfully towards the gaping hole in her thatched roof. The harsh October sun scorched her bare back as she adjusted her soiled sari to cover it and shaded her eyes as she waited with bated breath. It was the morning of Bijoya Dashami, the last day of the five-day festivities that celebrated the homecoming of the Goddess Durga. For Bengal and its diaspora all over the world, this was a day filled with sadness and forlornness. A…