Author: Sinha, Arunava
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the joy of my house would also depart for her husband’s home, robbing her father’s house of its light.
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as though nature was running a fever—the temperature rose to 105 degrees.
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The tone was so soft, so pathetic, so distressed that generations of human agony appear to have been collected and distilled in
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The tone was so soft, so pathetic, so distressed that generations of human agony appear to have been collected and distilled in it. It filled
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The tone was so soft, so pathetic, so distressed that generations of human agony appear to have been collected and distilled in it.
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An insignificant village, with an even more insignificant zamindar, but such was his authority that his subjects went in awe of him.
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The field stretching to the horizon before him was parched and cracked, with the blood in the veins of the earth escaping constantly through the crevices in the form of vapour. Gazing at it coiling upwards like flames made the head reel with drunkenness.
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The privacy of the inner chambers had all but surrendered itself to the mercy of the passer-by.
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Srigopal Babu said absently, ‘Um…
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Srigopal Babu said absently, ‘Um…er…but I’ve given my word to the Rai
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Spring no longer arrived with pomp and ceremony at the
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Spring no longer arrived with pomp and ceremony
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From time to time you will stamp your feet to prevent the mosquitoes from getting too intimate
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Having been informed by a mysterious wireless message, each and every adult mosquito in the neighbourhood will arrive to welcome the newcomers and establish a blood relationship with them.
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Alas, there’s so much ugliness a tailor can hide, so much pus that formidable degrees can conceal.
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I am on cordial terms with everyone, but none of them means anything to me.
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Ah time, cruel time, how ferocious the battle between you and man! Escaping you, avoiding you, defeating you is his objective, his only objective, his only concern.
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And things have come to a point where we are either dining at someone else’s house or entertaining guests at our own almost every evening;
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It is we who are Pippalgarh’s ‘ideal couple’, both of us are profusely honoured. Alas, our achievements conceal so many failures; people’s respect is a shroud for ruthless emptiness.