http://slow.writerscafe.org/MrinaliniR The original writings of author Mrinalini R en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997044 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A grandson asks Kamal Banerjee about his most heroic act.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/2075639/ Rabindra Pally, the exact place whereRanjit's paternal home is situated, can be described as one existing in theoutskirts of Sakuntala Park, which, in turn, can be described as one existingin the outskirts of Behala, which, in turn, can be described as one existing inthe outskirts of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1975549/ Never mind the wretchedness that Manoharlal had to taste back in the morning , by the time the sun had long slipped beneath the horizon , Manoharlal had regathered his firm , fierce self and set off for his shop. In a departure from the norm , Bhagyashree chose not to offer any objection to Manoharl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1945231/ 2 WEEKS LATER --Debuts , well-nigh always , have a plethora of novelties associated with them. A matter , if occurring for the inaugural time , most often leads to other episodes that have been either unseen or unfelt till then. Take, for purposes of illustration, this debut -- a debut whose lon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1906171/ The sweet shop in front of which Neel stops his bike and gets down is named as Jibon Sweets. Though it can't be contended that Jibon Sweets is anything of a "pioneer" when it comes to running the affairs of a sweet shop , for it doesn't stand taller than its local rivals either in terms of its s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1895823/ Able no longer to digest the ennui of attending to the apple of his father's eyes , Maa Laxmi Stores, Ranjit forces his tired body and mind to leave the boredom and go out for a lazy stroll outside. The bus stand of Sakuntala Park, its lifeline, its heartbeat, does offer him plenty to fill .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1894069/ The players of EC Cricket Champs  stand transfixed when they see Someshwar entering the ground with Prabir. None of them could understand the reality. They don't know what had transpired in the last 24 hours since they saw Prabir cross over into the other half of the ground. Naturally, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888050/ Next morning, Someshwar is forced to wake up to loud cries of "Sir, Sir, Someshwar Sir, Please open the door" accompanied by thunderous thuddings on the door. Someshwar is startled. Before he can identify the voice, which sounds familiar, he is gripped by a fear that his caller may end up br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888049/ I WANT TO ASK GOD....I want to ask,hard questions tonight,For i seek answers, that are true and rightI do not care about the devilI long to face the divine, the pure, the finalI want to stare eye to eye, ask, why werethe turns so cruel, the cuts so deep,the blows so fatal,What? What wrong i did?Why?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888047/ Someshwar paces up and down beside the nets in Srabani Maath. It's Sunday afternoon. Both EC Cricket Champs and FC Masters are present in the ground. But, there is no match to be played. Disappointed, Sukhomoy is overseeing FC Masters' practise with a grumpy look on his face. He is leaving n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888046/ When the cinema ends, Tania, while being in the motion of leaving her seat, turns right to observe her 3 girlfriends Roshni, Pushpita and Sanjukta. A sudden frenzy seems to have gripped those ladies. They just can't stop gawking at one half of the big screen which is now adorned by the smili.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888043/ Throughout his journey back home Someshwar has been cursing Sukhomoy. Even after reaching home, taking a much needed bath and slipping into a different lungi, a green one, he hasn't calmed one bit. His raging contempt towards Sukhomoy shows no signs of abatement. Old moron that! Can't develo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888041/ Friday morning sees Sukhomoy, along with his FC Masters, arrive in Srabani Ground for the first time after past Monday's tussle with Someshwar. The impending prospect of Sukhomoy coaching in the other half of the ground drives a pulsating current of excitement through Prabir. Truth be told, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888040/ From the next day onward, Prabir starts practising his much-pondered-over Policy of  Irritation(a name he has himself chosen). It is an attempt on his part to irritate the pair of Someshwar and Ricky. It's not that he has decided to leave EC Cricket Champs, but, he definitely wants to s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888037/ Prabir returns home from school in the evening. He avoids Shyamali and moves into his room. In any case, Shyamali is busy watching her favourite serials being aired one after another in Zee Bangla TV channel. From 5 pm to 9pm every night, Shyamali doesn't have time for anyone, be it son, hus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888032/ Prabir returns to his home, situated near the DuttaPukur Post Office(DuttaPukur is a town located about 35 kms away from Kolkata). He has to go to school. He studies in Class IX in Rajiv Gandhi Memorial School in Barasat Town, the district Headquarter. Upon entering home,  he swiftly mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888031/ Next morning, Monday, the entire unit of EC Cricket Champs, dressed in the same whites of yesterday (They wear the same dress everyday, they are yet to find a sponsor who can buy them eye-catching coloured jerseys), have gathered in their allotted left half of Srabani Maath. The right half h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888026/ Someshwar unlocks the door and enters his home, located 5 kms away from Pir Baba Mosque in Barrackpore Town . It's a small, 2 roomed flat where he stays alone. He switches on the lights and throws his tired body onto the bed which is covered by a pale, yellow bedsheet. After travelling in a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888025/ Someshwar adjusts his glasses while looking at the passing of trains, through the railway tracks directly beneath the over bridge ,connecting the 2 platforms in Ultadanga Rail Station, on which he is standing. Scores of passengers move to and fro behind him. All of them have either ended the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888023/ Clad in a milky white trouser, a matching half-sleeve shirt, sporting an unshaven beard which is bordering on turning prematurely white, wearing a spectacle having thick-lenses , Someshwar ,a lean man of medium height having a long face, sitting on a chair, casts a pensive glance at the make.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888021/ The coach of cricket team has special fondness for a player in his team. But, over the course of a week, things turn turbulent. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888019/ It's not that Ranjit has convinced his heart to accept Bhagyashree's reasoning that his family needs him to cover up for his father' s absence in Maa Laxmi Store, the place he hates. For the whole of last night, sleep had eluded him as he lay fidgety in his bed. A ceaseless sense of agitation .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888018/ There is nothing as refreshing as tasty food for a tired soul !  Fortunate is that man, that man' s friends, that man' s guests and that man' s neighbours, whose wife can cook up such delicacy!  Only and only the lure of Bhagyashree boudi' s cooking  has made Manoharlal da jump .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888017/ Tragedy-- it's an unavoidable chapter in the book of one's life. And the most ssignificant one too. No matter how steely one' s nerves are, no matter how robust one's mental fortitude is, no matter how strong one' s heart is , personal tragedies always leave one crushed and wretched . &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888016/ " It' s 3 am dot! It' s time!" thinks a lanky figure while looking at his wrist- watch. He is dressed from hair to toe in a task- relevant, pitch-black,  body- hugging suit, with 2 tiny apertures around the pair of eyes which allow for vision. He is carrying a bag in his back which he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888014/ "How many times? Huh?" asks Bhagyashree ,  pressing  her lips together tightly and casting a fierce stare at the verandah while sitting on the bed awaiting to fall asleep for the night. Her angry question is directed at Manoharlal who is resting on his chair in the verandah against.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888013/ Manoharlal's house, which Manoharlal himself had named as "Akash Kusum" during the stone-laying ceremony, is a fairly spacious, maroon-coloured, 2-storey home, located in RabindraNagar area, in the lonely outskirts of Sakuntala Park. The upper floor consists of a huge room which serves as the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888012/ The moment Manoharlal steps foot in "Maa Laxmi Store", his eyes fix themselves on Nayan, who is standing a few feet ahead of him, with his back facing Manoharlal,on that side of a long, wooden deck which serves as the customer interface, which is reserved for customers and opposite to the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888010/ "Will the breeze blow?" wonders Manoharlal , while standing on top of the small staircase sloping downwards to meet the large lake known locally as "Jheel no. 2". Holding his walking stick in his left-hand and putting his right hand on his waist, Manoharlal, a black-skinned man having a ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888009/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1888008/ Done with shrill cries, stirring wails,The heart, The desultory dreamer, chases a pauseEnough has it had, of sterile trials of survivalFlee where will it, from itself?Elude what will it? It's own tale?It's woe, it's rue, it's ruin aren't outlying islandsThey are the very waters of its ocean, detours.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1886550/ My emotions and the rivalry between Roger Federer and Rafa Nadal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1885685/ I sit and watch the joker,make faces, pull legs, act smarteven descend to being a caricature,just for evoking some laughterAnd succeeds he! In tickling the funny bones,for the crowd bursts into boisterous roarsYet-- i can't relate;I am amidst the people, yet i am distant. I look down, realising my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1853105/ The poetess is a pregnant woman awaiting the birth of her first child http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrinaliniR/1845394/