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She hurriedly stirred the vegetables once and went back to chopping more onions. One needed lots of onions to be sliced finely, fried to a golden brown and sprinkled on top of the potatoes. It added that special flavor. And today of all days she desired the special flavor to be there.

The streets of Rajura were empty except for the occasional coal miner scurrying for shelter before it poured. I ducked into the nearest Wine Bar and occupied the first empty table. In our area all bars are named ‘xyz Wine Bar’ even though they never keep any wine. All forms of liquor are called wine..

In the village of Holudpukur, five miles from the closest haat at Burrabazaar and ten times that distance from the town of Purulia lived Shri Haragobind Tripathy. Tripathy remained the most unyielding custodian of the village; the first man to seek out if there was any trouble and the last man to return home after having dealt with the crisis at hand and putting it firmly to rest ..

Time heals everything, I’ve heard. But my experience says otherwise. Time only teaches one how to efficiently wear the mask of happiness and move on without clinging to the bygone days. Time just covers the wounds with colors of joy, but when the wind of the past rushes through, the colors are washed away and what is left, is the aching.

She is long dead and gone as I remember her today. I remember she gave me very strong roots and wings…. In fact, such strong wings that they finally took me beyond her realms of understanding. I remember she tried to reach out to me in various ways but her leap always fell far short. I think her leap falling short was her greatest success, her greatest contribution to my life.

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“I’ll be spending the afternoons auditioning women…” he smiled to himself.

“Is it a violation of my professional ethics ? ” he mock wondered trying to make sense of his mom-arranged bride hunt slated for the weekend once back in India.