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Abhaya was unsure of where they were going as Swadhin drove them towards Kashipur. It was at the break of dawn, and although the sun was not yet visible on the horizon, the sky was clearer, and the birds chirped in the trees on either side of the road. The shadows of the night were slowly disappearing into the light of dawn. She eyed him, unsure of his driving skills but too intimidated by the seriousness of his face to question him. The car came to a halt at the mission as Abhaya read the board with a frown. Why were they here? Abhaya could not tell why she was scared. She watched Swadhin take his bag of equipment out and open her side of the door for her in silence. Abhaya stepped out of the car, drew the Ghomta over her head and followed him inside the premises. The sun was now a bright red ball on the horizon, and she could see the school at a distance. He turned left, and she followed him into a house with a courtyard in the middle and two storeys of rooms surrounding it. On the ...
I started writing professionally in my early thirties. Being a writer came naturally to me throughout most of my life. Initially, I used to scribble my thoughts into journals, and then I began to type out stories on typewriters like professionals. But sometimes, when in doubt, I would always use the traditional pen and paper, like I am doing now, before finally drafting it on the typewriter. Let me be honest here, there were very few people around me who knew I could write, or encouraged it. It took a successful bestseller for friends and family to actually acknowledge me as an author. Even my small stint as a journalist had them in doubt. That was a journey to talk of indeed. But narrating a story you have lived through is admittedly tough. Many times, my friends have pestered me for it, and my brain, often idly, has pondered over where I should begin. A writer is often born out of his or her own personal experiences. That would make this story my biography. I never intend to pai...
The first time I saw her face, Alakananda was eight years old. Her collyrium-drawn dark eyes were peeping scared from behind the betel leaves shaped like the spade of cards. She held the aces that day, though, I am sure of it. The reluctant twenty-something Rathindra Nath Majumder, inspired by the Swadeshi Movement to make a difference but too scared to oppose his authoritarian father on the topic of marriage, had suddenly felt a knot in his stomach at her haunting stare. My only condition was that the girl had to be poor, someone we could save from a miserable life, without a dowry; something my father flaunted to his last breath. The conch shells echoed, and the Ululation of the ladies through the silent winter night, as the priest handed me the red powder, supposed to be used to mark my territories. Man and his primitive needs to mark what is his. My eyes couldn't help but travel to her face, even when the priest forbade me to do so. As a little bit of vermillion dropped on he...
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