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Submitted to Contest #99
4.47 a.m. I can see the rising sun through the open window. It’s a nice view, with some green, lots of palm trees in the distance, a few rooftops and one strange looking artistic kind of building – all through my partly open glass window. But I hate sunrises, atleast on most days. Sunrises announce my failure, another sleepless night, and now, the room won’t be dark enough or quite enough for me to sleep in the next 15-17 hours. I will just have to be okay, and I know I will be. But that doesn’t mean I don’t hate sharing my room with others ...
Submitted to Contest #56
It all started with a stupid movie. I don’t know what other kinds of men watch cheesy Hollywood Rom-coms for life hacks, but our pal Sahel does, a lot. So, his last years’ ‘new year resolution’ was to take care of a pet. It could have been perfectly fine if not for the circumstances. Apparently, the point was, if you can take care of a pet or a plant for a year and after one year it still lives, you are responsible enough to get into a serious relationship. There can be a hundred questions on the credibility of this claim; but Sahel had alwa...
Submitted to Contest #54
It was a midsummer afternoon in Jhimil, Jalpaiguri. The weather was warm and cozy and the quite little village was as pretty as ever. The mild breeze, the frame of faraway hilltops, the faint outline of river Sankosh amidst the green down the slope, the nameless path that stumbles through the rocky slope to end uncertainly into the Sal forest… they all anticipate longingly for admiring eyes in lonely sunsets like this. Whenever Bitan came here he walked to the end of the village to greet this view almost every day. But in general, there are ...
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