A short story by Dibyendu Palit It was very early in the morning. Mathuranath, as usual, took his holy dip in the Ganga. Barefoot and clad in a dhoti, a namavali wrapped around his body like a shawl, he was hastening back home. In the copper vessel in his hand, there was holy water. His feet were mud-smeared, he was mumbling slokas from the Gita....
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A Short Story by Banaphul In the eyes of an ordinary man she was not attractive. Even I could see she wasn’t really pretty, but I loved her. Because in her eyes – oh, I don’t know what it was. I had never in my life seen such dreamy, alluring eyes. I remember one day, after caressing her in a secluded place, I said to her, “I...
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If you need to attend to a phone call, an email, a Whatsapp message or a Facebook post, do not waste your time glancing at this post for, at the end of it, this may take you nowhere. It is not my wish to add to your own chronicle of wasted time and this essay is not for those who try to extract significant profit out of all they do. They won’t turn...
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শিক্ষিত বাঙালি, বিশেষত যাঁরা পেশা অথবা নেশার কারণে ভাষার কারবারী, তাঁদের মাতৃভাষার পাশাপাশি ইংরেজি ভাষার শব্দভাণ্ডারের হাল-হকিকত জানতে হয়, প্রতিনিয়ত ইংরেজি এবং বাংলা শব্দের অভিধান এবং সমার্থক শব্দাভিধান বা থিসরাসের দিকে হাত বাড়াতে হয়। বাঙালি শিক্ষক-শিক্ষিকা, অধ্যাপক, সাহিত্যিক, কবি, অনুবাদক, সম্পাদক, সাংবাদিক, বিজ্ঞাপনের কাজে নিযুক্ত পেশাদার এবং আরও...
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The literary genres widely known as the ‘periodical essay’ and the ‘personal essay’ have always fascinated me. These short pieces of text, sometimes general, at other times autobiographical, dealt with the mankind at large as seen through the medium of the writer’s own experiences and impressions. They presented, often with...
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English translation of a Bengali Short Story written by Dibyendu Palit “Are you done with it, Moni?” asked Renubala, noting that the sun was about to decline. “Hurry up, my dear, we don’t have much time,” she said. Monica had opened the mynah’s cage. She was filling the earthen bowl with grams. “Why are you in such...
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