HAFIJUR

“Tell about your neighbourhood,” plainly I put. “Oh, sir! It was wonderful. We were happy to live here for a long time. There was no communal tension. Hindus and Muslims live alike. We were all friends…

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AN IDLER

Two middle aged men sat on an iron bench at Falakata station. One was stout and clean shaven, and wore a business suit and his tensed eyes set on his laptop. The second man, gaunt and…

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