Crack of dawn: Phoringis seated in the verandah chewing betel nut. After a while,lifting the heel of his right leg, he extracted a bidi from the loop of his dhoti. Twisting the thread tied to the bidi with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, and puffing into it he turned to the open door and said, “Hey! Do you hear me? Is the husk burning in the … [Read more...]
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I tried to take out as many sticks as I possibly could from the matchbox in my uncontrolled enthusiasm induced clumsiness; but of no avail. The matchbox was new; full of sticks, it was impossible to hold together too many sticks with the fingers, even if they could be held together it was impossible to get them out. Yet I managed to get out four sticks from the first jerk and … [Read more...]
We live in the Dabaka Mauja. We are Kumar folk, potters by caste. We used to make earthenwares for the grown ups and clay toys for the young ones. We sold them in the bazaar and from door to door and managed to squeeze out a living from that craft. Of late, our business came to a standstill. All kinds of foreign goods have flooded our land. The imported toys have driven out our … [Read more...]
The news of a huge catch of ‘Sol’ fish in the pond popularly known as ‘Singi Pukhuri' had gone the round of the village. Many of the villagers had reportedly caught quite a sizable number of it simply by angling. Benu immediately took to his heels to run errands for his friend, Cheni, who however knew about it much earlier. Both were at their wit‘s end as none of them … [Read more...]
KATHANIBARIGHAT (A River station on the Brahmaputra) With huge collections of coal heaped around and the eroded bank of the Brahamputra laid bare, the greeny waves of the newly grown grassy weeds on river—silted sandy bosom vibrated to the last edge of vision. The river, during summer, reaches out as far as the gravelled road. It is receding now and it takes one to walk a … [Read more...]