Rashbehari was mediocre in size, mediocre in looks, mediocre in knowledge and mediocre in intelligence. A truly mediocre character in other words. Sarasi, too, he loved in a mediocre way, sometimes indulging her, sometimes embracing her, sometimes trampling her underfoot.
Bongshidhar was returning from the weekly market of Hajratpur. His both hands were loaded with goods purchased from the market. Usually, Bongshidhar didn’t need so much stuff, but this time he would.
Sarasi didn’t have a particularly pretty face. A stub of a nose, an undulating forehead, small eyes. She had an extremely fair complexion but her skin seemed to lack polish. One look at her and you would be reminded of the damp and moist floor.
The day I ran after the Keteki, Deuta was not at home. But when I approached the big peepal tree I saw a rather dull-looking bird. Ah! Was it my elusive Keteki? I ran very fast but the bird flew away by the time I reached the spot.
Avik pulled the curtains and picked up his phone from the bed. No new messages. Not even one from the thirteen-odd WhatsApp groups he belongs to. He was a social man. Till a year ago! He turned towards his study table and pulled the chair and opened the lid of his laptop. It roared back to life in a few seconds.
Daddy would personally supervise when mashi, the old maid who stayed with us to take care of the household, oiled my thick hair every Sunday morning. Sundays were special days. Daddy would not allow mashi to enter the kitchen; he took great care to cook all the dishes I loved.
Shukria rose from the floor next to the wash basin with a slight grunt as her daughter, her partner in running this household of boys rapidly becoming men, poured a final cup of clean water over each of the children – so engaged in their noisy doings that they barely noticed.
Mr. James and I were to start for Germany in about a week. The exact day depended on business. Mr. John came to Poland Street (where I was staying in the house), to pass that week with Mr. James. But, he said to his brother on the second day, ‘I don’t feel very well, James…
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