Raised From The Pit – XIII

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The next morning Binoy woke up in the same old ramshackle and dilapidated hut that was home to the four boys. He saw all the other three boys sleeping and didn’t disturb them; it was a li’l too early to start the day. He went through his old morning routine and then went to the shopkeeper who used to give him roses to sell.

“Kaka, Roses?” Binoy asked in an accustomed tone.

The shopkeeper looked up and did a double take. “Binoy??!!! You? Here?” Kaka’s face was like a picture that changed emotions with realisation and Binoy’s head hung.

“What are you doing back here? I was told you had been taken up to live with some rich and educated couple to their home.” Kaka’s tone was part accusatory and part melancholic. He took one glimpse at Binoy’s fallen face and nodded with lowered eyes. “Ohhh!!! So it was the…

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RAISED FROM THE PIT- XII

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“Bhaiya, I want to tell you something.” Binoy bit his lower lip contemplating if to spill the truth or fabricate a new lie. The facts might let Aru Di believe him, but Arnab Bhaiya would surely go back to being dubious and apathetic towards him and that too when they had just bonded. He couldn’t risk it. If he had to leave this place, then he would not be thrown out like a thief but go quietly letting them believe he was just a good-for-nothing boy.

He must have looked silly standing there thinking because Arnab stood up and came to Binoy placing a hand on his shoulder and shaking him hard.

“Binoy! You wanted to me something?” Asked Arnab and Binoy gulped, nodding.

“Three….I…I saw…..” Binoy was sweating now “I saw three rats creating racquet in the kitchen!!!” He lied.

Arunima got up at once, “NO! Not the rats…

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RAISED FROM THE PIT – IX

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Three months, 90 days, they were someone’s vacation, someone’s honeymoon, someone’s first trimester, someone’s school term but for Binoy, the three months on the roads were a harsh teacher, an experience that taught him some hard driven lessons that would stay with him one lifetime. To sleep on an empty stomach, to be towed from one place to another by the police at night, to be shooed away by the people in posh cars like a stray dog and to live alone, all alone, and no one to call his own.

Binoy was not a kid. He was a boy of 14, a teenager as indecisive, rebellious and confused as any other boy of his age. His body was changing, and so were his thought process, his beliefs and his ideals. A time when boys need a mother to help shape her son’s future and a father to guide him…

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The Beginning Of The End!

Yes!!! We are there. At the beginning of the end. I can see it. Clear as water and in my face like this screen on which I am typing. It’s close, Extremely Close!!!

Everything comes to an end someday. Everything and everyone has a shelf life. Human life, Relationships, Friendships, Love, Good Times, Hard Times and Life. Each one has an expiry date.

And then comes the eternal question “If to be happy it happened or be sad that it ended?” I like everyone, have no answer to this question. Philosophers like Rumi, Socrates, Plato and Aristotle have not been able to answer this question.

Each heart is a whole universe, and each mind is a different cosmos. I always believe that we are made of stardust, and everything shall return to being dust once again. But what legacy do we leave behind? No, not that one, not the money and the land and the fame and the heritage but our mark upon this Earth.

Earth too shall seize to exist one day. Swallowed up by the one she loves. Her Sun. And then the Sun, the eternal life-giving source will turn to nothingness. It will become a black mass that will suck everything that touches it.

Haha, a sudden thought came to me. “Love Triangle” The thing our filmmakers and story writers love to exploit. It’s the first example is set by nature and this solar system. How the Ever Romantic Moon revolves and rotates around his beloved, The Mighty Earth but she only has eyes for her lover, The Life-Giving Sun and rotates and revolves around her, dancing on her axis like a woman possessed by obsessive love. She too chose the stronger one to be her match. And The Sun, who rises to make Earth come alive and full of life and Oh! How she thrives in his presence, her rivers lush with water, her trees laden with fruits, her skies full of rain clouds. He looms over her, making love to her, and she welcomes his heat, absorbing it into her soil to give birth to the many spoils from her womb.

Evening comes, and with the promise of tomorrow this lover of hers bids her goodbye and emerges The moon, shyly, to cool his beloved, to let her rest and lull her to sleep in the silver effulgence of his presence as he watches her fall into a deep slumber. He wants nothing from her, he is happy to see her from a distance, and his love turns to tears of morning dew that are settled over The Earth as The Sun comes back up rousing his sweetheart from the deep slumber and The Moon wordlessly recedes into nothingness, never competing for his place.

This happens each night, and the only one it takes a toll on is The Moon as his own unfulfilled concupiscence and passions consume him. He vanishes every night bit by bit until he decides not to come to visit Earth anymore and that one night of No Moon is the night when Earth comes to know the value of her silent admirer and his love for her. Absolute and complete darkness befall her, and she can’t sleep a wink. No one to sing her songs of love, no breeze to take off the heat. She summons The Moon back, and he can’t stay away as well. From then on for next fortnight The Moon comes back, letting his full luminosity lit up The Earth only to bear the same pangs of unbidden love and once again go through the ordeal of being a Secret Admirer.

This eternal love story too will come to an end when The Sun will one day scorch The Moon and then his Love-Bound Earth out of sheer ego and pride because such vices let no one stay happy and noble. But then comes the wrath of lost love, the pangs of missing something so precious, the heartache of not having his sweetheart by his side. That is when The Sun will collide back on itself like a self-destructive lover and become nothing but a shell of his former grandeur self.

Yes, this where our tale ends. No, not a tale, LoveStory. You might be thinking what I am trying to say my tale was about. I am myself thinking the same thing. But sometimes it is essential to give words to your thought, however incoherent they might be.

But I am smiling for “I was here. I saw it happen. I was part of this colossal tale. I witnessed the three lovers, and I loved with them, pined with them, lost with them.”

That my friends are my footprint in this cosmos.

I WAS THERE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE END!!!

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THE TOPOGRAPHY OF TEARS

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Tears from laughing until cryingTears from laughing until crying

Tears of changeTears of change

Tears of griefTears of grief

Tears from onionsTears from onions

Basal tearsBasal tears

Tears of timeless reunionTears of timeless reunion

Tears of ending and beginningTears of ending and beginning

Tears of momentum, redirectedTears of momentum redirected

Tears of releaseTears of release

Tears of possibility and hopeTears of possibility and hope

Tears of elation at a liminal momentTears of elation at a liminal moment

Tears of remembranceTears of remembrance

You must be wondering these are sketches done by some brilliant artist who has given a pencil to his imagination of tears of different causes, but that is not what this is. These are microscopic images of tears of different reasons taken by a photographer named Rose-Lynn Fisher. Yes!!! Just like snowflakes, every tear has a different formation. 

Tears are always an emotional thing but if we look at the scientific aspect of tears, we cry three basic type of tears that are, Basal, Psychic and Reflex Tears ranging from one that keeps the eyes lubricated to the ones that are the outcome…

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THE VIRTUAL SUGAR CANDY

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The online world creates a virtual connection between people. It allows us to more efficiently gather news about family, friends, acquaintances, celebrities and so on. The virtual connection inspires many fantasies and fools people into believing they know much more than they know. It provides a way for people to connect with many more people than they can in person.

For shy people, the online world creates a safer way to reach out and get to know more people. It helps find people who appear to be like you much more quickly. It makes a lot of people feel less alone.

The online world makes it a lot easier to gather information that is useful in our lives. We can find the cheapest place to buy something. We can find health information that saves our lives. We can find employment or business opportunities we would probably never find if there…

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FB BEST CAPTION COMPETITION – 3

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This time I took long to announce the winner but this time there were 25 entries and it was difficult for me to decide which one was the best. All entries were fabulous and I thank all of you to participate enthusiastically. There were few Biblical metaphors and a Bible verse which can’t be compared with other entries so they are not considered though they were absolutely fitting for the picture.

Following are the captions for the picture:

Ashrita Saran: “Arise and step out from where you are to where you need to be!”

Amiya Kumar: “Arise and awake…Be ready for struggle…But life is not an empty.” dream…make it sublime!

Kalpana Kameshwari Vogeti: “Your cocoon is no doubt comfortable but there’s more to life beyond that!”

Pratikshya Priyadarshini: “Break-through 

Smruti Rekha Patra: You will never know your real self unless you break through…

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