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Priyanjali Bhattacharyya

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Ellora

Twenty sunlit days left for Robin to die. Ruby looked at the Sun and waved to Robin. "Come! Quick! You're going to miss it!" Ruby shouted, flailing her hands in a grand gesture. Robin kept looking at her as Ruby looked in awe at the sunlit sky's setting Sun which created a rainbow. You had to stand at that special place to watch it. The Sun's rays fell on her face just as Robin cupped Ruby's face tenderly, and kissed her cheeks gently. Ruby looked puzzled. "What are you doing," she said, "Look! Look there, You're missing the sight!" Robin ...

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Lost

When everything went black, they realized something had changed. It wasn't just black. There was a depth to this nothingness. They could feel the edges, dig deeper with their hands, feel textures, but sight? There was nothing. Nothing close, nothing far. Just...nothing. It happened one solar eclipse. That day became a marking point in the lives of all people. The day colour died. And no one knew how to bring colour back into the world. Some said colour would be brought back again on another solar eclipse. People waited and waited, but nothin...

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In memory of my GuruMa

Everyday seemed like torture. I had gotten used to the exercising. The lactic acid build up initially caused soreness of the muscles, but eventually wore off. What caused me pain - pain within - was him. To the extent that I called upon Mother Sarada Devi to either extricate me from the pain by allowing to forget him, or so that I might have him. Her eyes in the painting told me I wasn't ever for him, or vice versa. I went through a phase of apathy. But now, I had (mostly) forgotten about him. There was no pain, I was not apathetic anymore...

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A hundred miles away from home

A hundred miles away from home. A hundred steps away from home felt like a hundred miles away from home to Nishi. A tarpaulin over his head was his home for as long as he could remember. He was five years old when he first left home, but only as far as he could run or walk. And back then, his memory was fluid. He didn’t remember anything from them, except for how he felt. The excitement of a run, the whooshing wind. The elders in his so called home plucked him up from the road and sent him away to his home whenever they saw him outside. He...

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Kryptonite to your Superman

Yearning for her could be compared to Superman yearning for kryptonite. Whenever she came near me, my heart melted, my knees became weak and she would always have her way, in a way that would be hazardous to me. Who am I to compare myself with Superman? Only the most successful businessman in the state. I sell diamonds. Women love diamonds. So, women love me. But me? I love her, and I can NOT get over her. Women and their minds. Whew! At first, she tested me to see if I was telling her the truth - if she was the only one for me. When she rea...

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Writing at Starbucks

I was not unaware of your faults. But that didn’t stop me from loving you. It was soon over, and still I couldn’t take the blindfold off. My eyes which saw you more intensely because you were the object of my emotion - my love, cringed and welled up at the same time when it saw you holding another's hand to your lips. I was the object of Your emotion too, you had said, so what the heck was this? “You like playing games, don’t you?” I lashed out scathingly. “Not with you,” you said, as I thought, inwardly screaming, “Do you even realize how w...

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Rasgulla

“Mihi!” “Mihidana!” “How many times have I asked you not to call me that?” Mihi looked at his cousin. “Dear dear Rasgulla. What are you so angry for? You look like a Laddu now that you have gained 10 kilos,” taunted Mihi's cousin, Arshul. Mihi shook his head. No, they won’t understand, he told himself. His dark past was in the past. The village head had listened to his story and ten years ago, had pardoned him. But Mihi was burdened by his past. Had he recovered? No. Would he ever recover? It made him shaky to even think of those days. W...

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Bree

Remember the tale where Isaac Newton’s pet dog Diamond accidentally burnt off his research of twenty years? Even though it wasn’t verified, I can…NOT understand how he must have felt, could definitely not relate to his calm composure. Bree drank my Nectar of Immortality and grew another tail. With the other tail, he knocked off the rest of the brew on the floor. Now he is busy chasing both his tails, going round and round in an eternal circle. It’ll take me another year to brew another cauldron, another two years to check its success… Moreo...

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A Quiet Apology to those I hurt

I thought of her as my best friend. Even though she was what others would call eccentric, I called her wild. Wild in the sense, she was impulsive, predictably unpredictable, and happy-go-lucky. When I say predictably unpredictable I mean sometimes she would do seemingly dangerous kinds of stuff or something no one else would try, with a jovial youthful vigour. You could sense when those bouts of interest would come (they were predictable) and she, giggling spontaneously, would hold you to doing the same. What she wanted to do would probably...

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What Lies In Wait

Weekly Contest #326

Warning : Speculates on death. What happens to the dead? No one knows. The theologean says we go to heaven or to hell. The practical man says, we don't exist anymore. What Swamiji said was, we are eternal, our souls only shed skins when we are reborn again. Meena was five when the concept of death was explained to her. Her paternal grandfather had died. Her maternal grandmother explained to her, "It will happen to everybody. Everyone dies."A little selfishly, Meena asked, "I am going to die too?"She said, "Yes, of course."Meena started cryin...

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The Kapalik's Disciple

Weekly Contest #325

I am devastated.My parents have left me at the age of 25.As I stand next to the funeral pyre, tears falling, I feel an eerie breeze brush against my skin.If I were left to myself, I would be howling and tearing my hair apart as I call upon God, asking Him what I was going to do.Listlessly, I go home.As the sun sets, I think about what I want in life.I find nothing of relevance.A chessboard lies in front of me – I have seen many a time my father playing against himself. I would run out of moves when I tried to do the same. I remember my mothe...

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The Giant

Weekly Contest #310

What if the solar systems were atoms and the universe was actually the combination of many such atoms which created individual cells of a Giant? What if the stars were the powerhouses, the nuclei? So what would that make us? Energy from our sun or a star, in general, came from a chain of fusion reactions of Hydrogen atoms - the smallest elemental atom of the universe. So does this mean we are really living inside life? Thus thought Doris. She was a chemist, who had read about the rudimentary basics of chemistry and now lived as a chemist in ...

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Riyaz

Weekly Contest #309

"Saaaa..." "Saaa..." began the boy, barely five years old. "No," admonished his teacher, a strapping young lad who was probably over a thirty years old. "Your voice will be steady, undulating." Saying this, he closed his eyes, and..."Saaaaa." The boy was yawning when the teacher opened his eyes midway of the "Saaa" and saw him. "Care to go back to sleep?" The teacher said wryly. The boy really, really wanted to nod and accept his words at face value. But he shook his head and continued training. "Saaaaa," the child vocalised. It was 5 a.m. o...

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One day

Weekly Contest #307

You wanted the quiet but not the solitudeNo whispers When hunger pangs made you scream out loud, the people fell silent..You wanted Not a kind wordNor pitiful looksBut acceptance... They called you madBut the infamyWhen madness is just a wordFor when people don't understand you.The sudden mood swings,The reason why You cried and laughed At the same time. You cried when you remembered How your mother toiledDay and night So you would Be happy, fed and would tuck you in Singing as you fell asleep. You laughed When you read her letter"I want you...

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For the Noble Cause

Weekly Contest #307

They had nothing. One morning, Sara would look for work in the dhopa ghat, where she and her mother would wash clothes for the richer people in their village.Sara was six and a half years old. Her brother Ali would go ragpicking with his father. He was four years old. One day Ali found a snow globe. He brought it home to show it to Sara. They enjoyed watching the fake drops of snow sprinkling as they rotated the snow globe and Sara clapped as she saw it. "I'll become a big businessman when I grow up," Ali used to say. "Then we'll want for no...

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