Agantuk's Desk – Explore, Implore, Reverberate
Explore, Implore and Reverberate
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Category: Storylets
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A lot has been going on in my life lately. As I idly gazed over the deserted streets it occurred to me how trivial it all was. Men always seem to exaggerate things. ‘And they think women are over-thinkers’, I said to myself. I must have muttered it loudly. For the old man sitting behind…
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Haachooo! Haaachoo! Urgghh! Damn my nose and its modes of expression, said abhilasha sneezing for the 5th time. It’s been a lazy monsoon day. The kind that’s ideal for a Bengali bhaat ghum. It was Sunday and she was missing home. Her small quiet crowded room and The Harry Potter novels. Idle thoughts lingered in…
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Little Jimmy went looking for his companion in the scorching summer heat. He had searched all the usual places but without any luck. His furry friend has been missing from the evening. Yes, you guessed it right. Jimmy was looking for his squirrel Tom. The quiet reticent 7th grader was devoid of any friends. All…
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“Gradually, the visits became regular and she started telling more and more stories. Often letting me read her stories and advised me to rehearse it. That’s where my training began. From the jasmine tree to the apple tree – the stories flooded and I learned about Newton’s gravity, Copernicus’s theory, Galileo, Darwin and many more”
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A heavy down pouring and a quiet little desolate café. Mr. Bagchi was picking up the broken pieces when Nalini came in. “What happened?” enquired Mr. Bagchi. “I didn’t make it through” Nalini frowned. Nalini was Mr. Bagchi’s last hope, the only family he had. 17-year-old Nalini was a happy go lucky girl who aspired…
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Hello! I am Sujata. Most of you know me as an award-winning writer Julian Davis but in reality, I am Sujata, Sujata Mendes. You probably heard this name before. Remember the Bengali writer Subodh Ghosh’s legendary story about the love life of an untouchable girl “Sujata”. Well, I am that Sujata. Still doesn’t ring a…
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“This is the coin of good luck. It had brought the rain today and now I can go home without a worry” “An empty stomach buys a wishful umbrella of hope” The kid was an umbrella seller. He knew the rainy season will sell his umbrellas. Rushel kept the coin in her raincoat pocket and…
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“Acceptance gives us the courage necessary to fight with this world. It sets us free.” Anwar wrote in his diary.Her mother’s acceptance has set him free. It has erased the heaviness of his heart. That night Anwar wrote the screenplay of his new novel. #TheFinalEnactment
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While her parents remained busy with funeral work Roshmon spent her day roaming around the crematorium befriending odd characters. Sometimes it was ‘Alice’ from the Wonderland. While at others it was ‘Swami And His Friends’ from Malgudi. Roshmon was 12, going to be 13 next month. #Roshmon #Friendship #Companionship #ManAndMachine
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“How’s your school going?” inquired Mr. Robinson. “Ah! The usual clamoring about silly nothings”, answered Polly. “What happened to your mystery?” she enquired after a brief pause. “It’s still going strong. Got another piece of the puzzle, today” said Mr. Robinson. “What’s in it? How does it look? Did you recognize it? Can I see…
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