Post-Gaddis, close third-person tragicomedy; linear storytelling, mise-en-scene not overexpansive.

Having lost her mother, and virtually rendered `orphan`, in the absence of `father`, a little girl Named Bhoomika, by dint of sheer circumstances, happens to reach a virgin teacher. Here, the `blessed opportunity for education` awaits her, as she is inspired and guided by this benevolent lady towards higher education. Once, she was offered a part-time job of `a reader for a blind class-fellow` of hers at Khadi Degree College, Guhahati: and she gladly accepted it. Of course, some nascent opportunities came to her, even in Delhi, when she was staying in a Working Women’s Hostel, while doing some odd jobs to support self, economically. But the travails of life also came her way; and she coped up with every sort of situation, by way of `fine-tuning` the responses from her brain and heart, every time, with an objective to attaining a quality decision from within. Having once been requested by very senior colleague to stay with one spinster Professor, during her illness, she served the lady so dutifully that the Professor persistently requested her to live with her till the young girl is married off. Having attained some extraordinary ...

"In fact, I had never spoken to her even a single word, though she continued to send me signals for initiating a dialogue with her. I had to go to fetch my daily quota of water from the water-tap, provided at the back of her tenement, for all the four segments, in the vicinity. Almost every time, we had to place our buckets or utensils, in a queue, while waiting for our turn. Being shy of passing through the front lane, while approaching the water-tap, I preferred to walk along the back of the segment, in our front. God knows, how she could spot me from such a long distance that I had come out of my room, with buckets in my hands. Quite often, I marked her busy in looking towards me with furtive glances, while waiting for her turn, as she would deliberately waste her time, simply to ignore the fact of my arrival there and would thus make room for me to place my buckets before hers.” .......... It pains him to recall his last meeting with that `unfortunate girl`, who was destined to spend a spinster's life and breathe her last, while resting her head at Bihari's knee, who kept caressing her forehead, in the presence of her trusted ...

The Analytical Sketches of the biography, titled `Jhalla` (A Silly Lad) is an exposition of the various stages, leaving behind sweet and sometimes sour reminiscences on the mind of the author. This treatise aims to provide the glimpses of the life’s journey already traversed by him for over 8 decades. Here, in this book, he jumps from one stage to another, to provide the reader of his past and the present day life. The scheme of the book is based on segments and their contents. These divisions are enumerated as under: Segment one Since birth till the demise of my mother; Segment Two from the age of 11 to the time of my marriage; Segment Three; from our marriage to the time of our first issue’s marriage; Segment Four Almost to the time we became grandparents; Segment Five From the time I joined legal fraternity as an Advocate and Miscellaneous. However, the reader would be enlightened with the details of the story of the author’s life, in the chronological order on the various topics. (i) Memoirs of Jhalla (A Silly Lad) (ii) Jhalla lands into an entirely new world; (iii) Almost decade-long-struggle for subsistence, in the off...

This compilation of 56 fictional stories has been interspersed, with a view to categorize these independent theme-based entertaining bits of literature, created by the author for that type of readers who do not like lengthy novels/stories. However, the three sections, namely Micro Stories, Short Stories and Long Tale trifurcating the complete book indicate to the fact that the author kept in mind the immediate availability of the time at the disposal of his valued reader at that hour of the `ever-fleeing` time. It has also been kept in mind that the piquant captians should be worth the substance below thereof. The reader may choose beforehand `the captivating item` from the List of contents provided separately for every category, vis a vis Micro Stories, Short Stories or Long Tales. ...

Endowed with the personality that always remains inclined towards the truest secularism, I cannot afford to prefer one religion over the other. Therefore, it is not a difficult task for me to interact with a person of any faith. I cannot skip from my tract of `humanity before religion`. Being a firm believer in the existence of a `Supreme Power`, denoted by a variety of nomenclatures, I can adjust with followers of any mainstream of faiths. Even an atheist or an agnostic would not be treated as hostile at my hands, because I perceive every person as a human being before anything else. Nevertheless, it would be safer to understand me if the person keeps in mind that I am exposed to only those mainstreams of religion as practised in India. The Principles of Life (dear to my heart): (Formed on the basis of The experience derived through interaction since the childhood, with my parents, siblings, other kin around, my teachers, friends, schoolmates; later on with my pupils, my colleagues, friends, neighbours, co-travellers in a public transport, my clients and my colleagues at Bar and last but not the least my friends at coffee house...

This moderately sized novel opens before the reader, with an episode that took place when, after having driven over a hundred kilometers relating to the pleasure trip from Delhi to Kosani,a tourist resort situated in the Kumayun Hills a range of the Himalayas in the North of India, being undertaken by a group of very intimate three unwed oldies, all retired college teachers, when one of them is accosted by the owner of the roadside `Dhaba` (an indigenous restaurant) where they had halted for refreshment. It triggers one of them to recall his boyhood days. Again, at their destination, the other one is accosted by an ex-girlfriend of his, in the distant past. The `trio` who are given to such type of tours, happen to meet two other ladies, while staying in a very beautiful zone of Goa. Here, each of these women have had been connected with either of the two other Professors, who hasn’t yet met any such female pupil of his, during the various other tours, undertaken by them the `trio` till then. These chance meetings brings forth during the next few years, a bond of a purpose for a meaningful solidarity, eventually turning int...

Three chronic bachelors, on their way to Kosani (Kumayun Hills), have just completed their breakfast at a roadside modern `Dhaba` and the cashier for this solid group of three looks towards his companions, as if to seek their consent to signal the `boy` to bring the bill. So, in a broader sense, we used to be treating each other as `neighbour`, during those days. He is younger to me by a couple of years, but his physique and mannerism suggested his equaling me in age. Of course, he always remained conscious of my superiority, because at that point of time, I already had schooling for seven years, whereas he was thoroughly illiterate. …………………. Kundan happened to be the only `writer` available, had a brisk business almost for a fortnight. "I think that it was here that I actually began to earn for months at a run. One day, my earnings went to as high as Five Rupees and 14 Annas, I decided to place it before my mother, instead of handing it over to my father, as usual. …………. "Well, Khanna Ji, how long you had to work with this medico, before resuming your interrupted schooling?" This question was asked by Mr Nepali. "Of...

Designed for the discriminating reader who expects a good story, good characters, and above all an aesthetic experience. It's in the language, you know? Contact me at R1234J@hotmail.com...

There goes Le Roi de Soliel rolling down the hill. Like Roy always says: the first thing you do when you open one of these gallon jugs is toss the cap away. Now, he’s tumbling down a dirt path in the Presidio with the lights of The City winking behind and the GGB, a waterfront hack’s “golden”, glistening through the light fog and beckoning dead ahead. Michigan Bob gets to Roy first to make sure the wine is intact, both of them laughing and coughing, a couple of lunatics in the darkness. Just like them to howl at a new moon as now here comes Tex plummeting down the hill to meet them, hoping he can arrest his momentum before he bowls them over like a couple of tenpins needed for a spare. ...

THERE GOES LE ROI DE SOLIEL... AN OLD SCORE THE GOOD PROFESSOR A VISIT TO THE LIBRARY WASHINGTON SQUARE CHANCE ENCOUNTER RELAY THE NATURE OF WORLDS THE EDUCATION OF HENRY APPEL, A NOVELLA...

This story takes place in a small town in Arkansas. It is aimed at Late Middle Graders.

Despite how bad things appear, there is always help available if you look hard enough.

Comic mystery novel in which Calvin Scott, the world's least successful freelance writer, finds himself in South Korea chasing a story, a pretty blonde and a killer all at the same time....

Suitable to be read to children of ages 4 to 8 years.

These are short stories, written with minimal editing to preserve the visceral structure; Most of the stories are composed to be read and experienced in the way that dreams might present themselves....

Contemporary poetry in three languages: English, Italian and Spanish

Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

The Butt --------- Don't forget the butt Do you feel sorry for it? Shake your head sadly at its down-trodden looks So abused, now frayed and thrown away But observe the lipstick on its collar It has felt the embrace of a woman Or some painted lips Has been ignited: set on fire with desire Has been loved – however briefly Has been longingly handled, touched: caressed Sucked on wantonly Pulled into a heaving chest It lies now, not looking the best: broken Its core crudely, publicly, exposed Its heart torn open Used and tarred, then discarded Look at that butt Feel your pity But remind yourself It has known more life and love than most in this city ...

TABLE OF CONTENTS Car conch 5 Canal, early morning 6 Wind and demon 7 The Butt 8 Playthings 9 History 11 Wet drive 12 Silhouette street 13 Hug 14 The key 15 Steeple 16 Love sleeps 17 Rush 18 Lost scobe 20 A miracle at Michaels 21 Delusion 22 Searching for words 23 Mawes 24 This face 25 She puzzled 26 Finding his fun 27 Olive 29 Street-sweeper 30 Fire waking 31 Collectables 32 Beating my boundaries 33 Coffee quiff 34 Bite 35 The sparkling raspberry 36 In search of sin 37 Beautiful Slant 38 Burning morning 39 Wait at the Tate 40 Stifled life 41 Knee pop 42 Miserable weather 43 Mate of fate 44 Old Dublin anew 45 A ma 47 Dublin city marathon 48 ...

There are two thieves and this story tells you do not steal or else everything bad will happen with you. This book is about steeling that is very bad thing and can make your life harder to live....

It is Tania's fourth birthday. Mama arranges a treasure hunt for Tania. She has to follow the clues to find the birthday presents from mama and papa. See if you can find Tania's presents. Suitable to be read to children from 2 to 5 years...

Charlotte is a two year old Shih Tzu, loved and adored by her "parents". As with all doggies, she is terrified of thunderstorms and fireworks. Go on this journey with Charlotte and she will tell you how doggies find refuge in The Magical Garden from their worldly fears. Read about how Charlotte takes her Daddy to The Magical Garden and how he is reunited with all his pups. A truly touching tale of a couple's love for their pups, their tragic experiences and the joy of reunion....

The most classic of his adventures must have been with the bull. Every evening, a cowherd would herd his bulls and cows along the road in front of the house on the way to their grazing pasture. Every time Shadow saw the cattle, he would bark non-stop until they were out of sight. Early one Sunday, Daddy and Mommy took Shadow for a walk. They walked quite a distance until they reached a lonely stretch of road with woods on one side and a pasture on the other. Daddy noticed that the cattle were already there and since he was wearing red, told Mommy that they had to turn back – and then the fun really started! Shadow suddenly noticed his least-loved enemies, the cattle. He started barking non-stop as Daddy tried unsuccessfully to shut him up. There was a bull that was closest to them that suddenly looked up into the distance as if thinking, “I know that bark!” Then, he turned his head slowly towards Daddy, Mommy and Shadow and his eyes grew huge with recognition, as if he was saying, “You! I know you!” Daddy tried to muzzle Shadow with his hands, but Shadow wouldn’t stop barking. The bull, growing angrier by the second, started d...

ONE Home TWO The Magical Garden THREE Shiloh FOUR Shadow FIVE The Cave of Shadows SIX Smokie SEVEN The Everlasting Rainbow EIGHT Brandy NINE Scooby TEN Home...

A story cum colouring book for all kindred spirits, especially children.

A short story about a boy who did not sleep

My daughter loves to help around the kitchen. So I wrote this story about a little girl and her mother who make pancakes together. The book is good for reading to a 2 to 3 year old....

This story is about a horrible family called "The Pantynoodles". The main characters in the book are called: Mr. and Mrs. Pantynoodles, Hera, Kelly, and Bob....

Tania's grandma has planned a surprise for her on Saturday afternoon. Tania is excited about it. But then her best friend invites her to a movie she really wants to see. And that is on Saturday too. Poor Tania does not want to hurt grandma's feelings but she does so want to go for the movie with her friend. What will she do now? Read on and find out. Suitable to be read to children of ages 3 to 7....