It was not an anger for my father’s deed, it was not a hurt feelings on my mother for suppressing the truth for so long, but it was my esteem to Bimala auntie, that brought tears in my eyes.
They told me not to cry;after all, I am a man.I conceal my inner grieves within me,piling up one above others forming a wall.
Story of the Month Sep’14: With the passage of time, my friendship grew stronger with him.Sometimes I threw small pieces of bread one after the other, he would jump his body in the air
It’s me, your love; nothing seems to attract to make me live for one more day. Darkness is everywhere. My room, my study, and even my favorite novels nothing seems to carry a ray of hope
It was a nightmare, a worst nightmare I ever had in my life. I could not sleep anymore after that from last one month; the agitation due to the fear of ‘the cursed train’
A cloud of fear was slowly disappearing from her, her churning stomach was becoming calm after a sudden storm, she was feeling immense joy inside her to be a part of her son’s happiness.