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Nick Of Time

"Blame it on the pale blue aerogramme," Subrat said as he readied to board the Aeroflot flight to London at Calcutta. He was not alone. With him were his wife and 3-year old daughter. The…

Anger And After

The other day at school their fifth class English Sir was giving a lesson on anger. He recited a verse before writing it down on the blackboard. Anger is an evil thing that spoils the…

The Good Fight

Ever since the two baddies walked into our after-school hours-life a year or so ago, each humdrum school day was transformed. Late afternoons in the school playground were splashed with…

Sunday Poem: Bou’s Saree

Bou’s saree is pure magic. Have you not seen this magic? From a box emerge a kaleidoscope of butterflies, kites with tails, balloons, fingers cut fresh from the palm, shards of glass,…