When in the year 1991, I got transferred to Mumbai from Silchar, the ONGC colony at Panvel was brimming with occupants so much so that I was allotted a B-type house that had been used as the storage for cement and other building material when construction was going on. After 6 months I got C-type accommodation but not before a flood entered our home. What logically everyone expects to happen in Assam happened with us here in Panvel. That was in 1991. I got transferred to Assam second time in 2005. I was on leave in July when the flood… Read More »Our colony
And there they were lying under the shadow of a tree in the isolated woods. Nearby, the river was making a hissing sound. Cicada were making a piercing noises as it was intense hot. It was noon time and nobody ventured out in such a heat. But those whose heart are burning with love are awaken at such times. Their bodies were melted into one another as was the sky getting melted into the earth. Perspiration mingled and ants bit their naked bodies. But they were totally lost in the love oblivious of the world.Then there was a sound which… Read More »Passion
Bruno was my real friend. Whether I cared or not, He was never angry, Like the human beings , when ignored. He will meet me, Lick me, jump stand on his hind legs, Whenever I came. Whenever I was sad, He will sneak silently, near me and put his head, In my lap or on my chest, And suck away all my sorrows. Now he is gone, left me weeping.
I wrote this when I was in Assam. When the winter begins to set in, it announces its arrival by the forming the fog in the morning. Due to the proximity of the river and lot of greenery causing the air to be heavy and pregnant with moisture. The streetlights seem to be lazily dozing off in the winter foggy nights; their light seems to be like a bird trapped in a web of dense fog and fluttering to break the snare and get free. In the morning the light seem to be tired like a prostitute who has not… Read More »When the Fog Sets in Assam
The story is set in the Sivasagar district of Assam. I was working there after a transfer from India’s most advanced city of Mumbai. This was transfer after long stay in Mumbai so it took some time to adjust in these surroundings. There is a big colony of our company and has given us quarters to live. My family did not accompany me. The place is abysmal if you are alone as the area lags behind rest of India in progress and it is very difficult to spend the time. The place is full of natural beauty because of lack… Read More »A Pair of Mynahs
Everyday every moment Kumbh Mela is taking place in his head but unlike that mela which takes place after every 12 years. Millions of ideas and trains of thoughts are jostling with one another pushing and colliding smashing one another like particles in a cyclotron and like trains derailing in India. In this rush there are bound to be melees’ and many ideas are crushed under the groaning weight. His head buzzes like swarm of flies in a sweetmeat or mounds of detritus. You will often find him in a stupor with his body sleep walking under the orders of… Read More »Brain Swarming with Ideas
Dr. Akashitora Dutta has a pleasing personality and talent with which she has lent glamour and substance to many television programs and films. She has tragedies in her life which she hides behind the façade of journalism and acting in serials and films. Model, actor and writer Akashitora Dutta, whose father Kamala Saikia was the first journalist to be killed by militants. She has written many novels. Her second novel was about the erosion of the values which the banned militant group claims to uphold. Coming 15 years after her father’s death, the novel is based on real-life events from… Read More »Akashitora Dutta