Agantuk's Desk – Explore, Implore, Reverberate
Explore, Implore and Reverberate
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Category: Storylets
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It was a sultry monsoon evening. The town was waiting for rain. Some enthusiastic people waited for the eclipsed moon to peep behind the monsoon clouds. The month of August had come laden with hopes for all – rain for some, eclipsed moon for some and for others a night of magical fireworks. Amidst all…
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She gave out a loud shrill. All the bones in her body were breaking of the unbearable pain. Unable to withstand the agony he whispered a lullaby. Finally rain and lightning gave birth to a child. The sky adorned the colour pink that night only to give away to the blue colour in the morning.…
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When memories fade And defiant hands try to escape – When you long for a friend In trying times that donot end. We will meet again. In the land of forget –me-nots Where memory plays its have-nots – In between the space Where time slows down its pace, We will meet again. At the junction…
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495 days and 1 night of love. 495 days and 1 night of solitaire.
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In a quiet little corner of the house lied a deserted room. Its door stood there like a selfish giant guarding the residents. Inside there were hidden treasures – a worn out bed, an old cracking easy chair by the window, a mantle piece adorned with idols and a rugged bookshelf.
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A common story of a neglected couple retold through colours
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“Krinnggggggg!!!”, rang the old cracking doorbell, forcing Miss Donerly out of her bed. She had a sleepless night. It was Christmas Eve and the town was all decked up filled with exuberant beaming faces. Her neighbours had an eventful night. “Ah! It’s Christ’s birthday”, it suddenly dawned on her as she rushed downstairs to open…
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Roshmon came down from the tree. A curious looking crowd has gathered around the tombstone. “It is another famous funeral”, thought Roshmon. She went closer and saw a broken epitaph. The words have started to fade. The letters seem to roam about in an unruly fashion, so much so that, the poem has turned into…
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It was a cold dewy morning. It had drizzled throughout the night. The roads were laden with humus. The buildings wore a grayish dull overcoat. Shops remained shuttered down and the houses deserted. A worn out old grocery shop stands at the downtown corner. Like all days, a bald gentleman sat brooding over the newspaper.…
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Sound of water coming from a clogged tap, the cricking ceiling fan, an old radio set playing a forlorn song – amidst all this she woke up. She went out through the back door and drew some water from the well. Thereafter, stealthily entered into her world. Undressed the tiring of the long night and…
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