Twelve stories of two sentences.

Twelve stories of two sentences.

1- Where are You?

           Waking up from some minutes nap, I saw, you left the presentation in hall D,  followed you in vain; you vanished, recharged the cells and refuelled me with a bad sugarless tea, people rushed out en masse, as I heard the agent marketing a product, I found every one but you. A phone, calls from an unknown number but the ring so sweet speaks; it is no one but you.

2- Lone Duet.

             Very lonely I, prefer intense solitude, speech creates confusion silence misunderstood. None I find to confide the vast inner instincts so ill-defined, it's only you and you only who always made it out but at a cost that I never paid the price.

3- Para and Partha

              Partha returned from hostel at the year end with a gift for Para, the girl from his hamlet stopped her studies in the far away school in seventh, in the absence of her escort in him. He felt very shy, he couldn't reason, her bloomed beauty or the gift unfit or change in himself beyond a child, whatever it may be, but sure, that year made a lot to them.

4- The Evening in a None Descript Village Barapal....

             To break the yogik stance of the greenery turned black, the rhythmic beats of drums more than one variety trying their bit to put them in slumber but the melancholic barking of stray dogs and the odour of burning polythene flown in the breeze of an otherwise spring defies the festive mood. Is it, some nearby village youths have slipped through darkness to drag their pre planned beloveds from the dance floor or some burglars intruding the house deserted for the festival leaving no coins except the old dying lady and her faithful pet.

5- Chitchats.

              The birds chitchat, near and far in the woods of Sunajhari hill, the fragrance full breeze that adds a Doppler effect makes it a melody hardly deciphered but can I deny spring's arrival with a contingent of magicians! So I hardly decipher the chitchats of the WA birds that doesn't make them less meaningful than the colour seen around that sun claims as mine and spring claims as mine, but someone dumb still lives in the past cold wave and other one fears the western loo arriving soon, no one tries understand them, there is no need but can't be discarded as a whole.

6- Heritage

              So what if I forgot your two years above eightieth birthday, it's your merciful blessings that I penned titled, 'Chitchats' as the thought awoke me. How can I say that I was not chosen when precedence is there that Ekalavya had the right to select Guruji, so did Thomas Edison do uninvited and Himalayan masters never lectured the disciples?  (May Lord be merciful on me and plenty many like me to enjoy the literary blessings of Guruji Sri Manoj Das)

7- Basic Communism. (1978)

             He followed Sivamamu the Dalit servant with his fishing net, one of the most loved activity for any kid; little did he know that the catch could be such a heavy Seula fish which mamu could do with very special technique and could not guess whose pleasure was more!! But at dinner when his and his siblings share was found to be more than mamu who as usual dined in his separate room, his innocent mind asked, was it fair and was mamu happy but mamu complimented the taste of the curry that consoled him a little.

8- Ego and Understanding

              Sudhir sat on the road side seat of the four sitters in the empty general compartment as other seats went on filling when two persons came and he was requested to move inside to allow one of them sit on the single sitter and second on his place that allows them gossip. Sudhir offered them to move to the single seat, they may sit together and gossip that one of them refused and instead sat in front seat of him, irritated he felt yenh beggars have choice but soon he could understand one of them is very senior officer and later is a too low subordinate with a comfort of discussing but discomfort to sit in touch that he should have helped.

9- Letter to a Poet.

                 Amiya!! Days back you asked me if I recognize you or not, I meant physically so and didn't take the risk of being confident on my memory at this age. As I go through the words you made so live in your poem collection on a word so powerful like,'BAPA' (father) I ask me, really how much I knew this soul evolved so meaning full, quite a similar feeling one gets seeing Konarka that rocks are not mere rocks and words are not mere words....

10- Wish.

               Viru in his classmates WA group was very disturbed, how to wish his best friend on birthday and condole a close friend creamating father, as other friends did both in separate messages. Suddenly his close friend messaged his best friend, “At the hour of grief I don't forget to wish you a most wonderful year ahead and a spirited celebration that you turn fifty, never worry, Appu Pappu, and many friends are here with me”.

11- The advice.

             The psychiatrist counselled, nothing to be worried as you know your depression is causeless and a treatment of only three months will do. The patient frowned, “Many similar trials failed, the depression I don't worry as in it I always succeeded that I consider a friend, problem is why should I try finding a cause behind everything as I see the Sun causelessly takes care of the earth we inhabit and so, make me stop finding a reason of my ailment that will be so nice of you”.

12- Letter.

            Dear Vimal you are true; 'a crime can never be personal', on this strong central theme you go on from pillar to post to gather evidence to disprove your friend's death was natural as accepted. You have forgotten your own self, pardon me saying you are being extremely cruel to you, please take it as my love for you not a judgement, beyond that if I speak will be an advice hence refrain to express, read it yourself.