The Barua household had been bustling with activity for the last seven days. Sri Gopal Barua, the head clerk of the Government Boys Secondary School, was having his school friend over for lunch on Sunday afternoon. His friend was none other than Sri Kundan Deka, an officer in the Indian Forest Service, who had just been posted to Tinsukia, Gopal’s town, as the Divisional Forest Officer. Both had left the village of Borpeta in Nalbari district some twenty years ago and now destiny had brought them together again. No one was happier than Gopal Babu, as he was popularly addressed, at this wonderful fortuity. He had kept track of Kundan’s career on his yearly visits home during Magh Bihu, and news of his friend’s gradual rise in his career had always filled him with pride. ‘In the class of fifty boys, the two of us were inseparable, you see, and…
Warm golden rays of the sun gently filtered through the branches of the majestic banyan tree, making the leaves look like mystical filigree fireflies.…
On the last day of my exams, I was waiting for my father to pick me up. It was a sultry afternoon, with no…
It’s been two weeks for now, that I had run on those grassy hills with Aahan. Never had I been so happy and carefree…
In 1776 I fought in a revolution, armed with a single-shot musket, against the world’s greatest superpower. Our mission, led by General George Washington,…
The Royal Garden could fit an entire nation. The hills, the valleys, the fields, the ranches, no one could tell where the garden ended.…
Liza yelled, pointing a firm finger at him: “Give that, you scoundrel. Or, I shall smash your head!” Frank turned to look at her…
There was very little conversation in the car on the drive back from the hospital. I was helplessly lost for words. “It’s alright.…
That afternoon,Mohan picked up the bunch of keys of their old bungalow at Khopoli, some 100km away from his Mumbai residence. He took along…
