Bel Tree (Wood Apple)

June 3rd, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

Four decades ago my mother-in law planted a Bel tree near our flat. It grew into a big tree full of Bilva patra(Bel leaves) and bears fruits throughout the year. The bel fruits take almost a year to ripen. It is smooth and light green in colour when tender and turns yellow when ripe. It has a speciality of its own; it drops down automatically when ripe. The fruit is yellow in colour with lots of seed and it is a fibrous fruit. After breaking the outer part of the fruit, pulp can be extracted. Though it is a labourious task to separate seeds from the fruit, yet it is refreshing and used as medicinal drink.The tree is thorny and evergreen.My mother once said, that Nandi (The Bull) and Bhiringi(Bhrigu) clean up the place under the Bel tree That is why you will find that there are no leaves under the Bel tree.The leaves are trifoliate and very smooth. It is said that Bilvapatra is used for diabetic patients. Once a man came and asked me, “Can I take some leaves from the tree”? I thought, my tree is full of leaves, let him take few. I answered, “Yes you can take”. One day, during the dawn, I saw the same man with a stick in his hand. I was watching him from inside. Suddenly, I saw that he was trying to pull the raw fruit from the tree. I really got annoyed and asked him, “That day you took permission for the leaves but today, you are hitting the tree so hard. Don’t you know that trees get hurt and they cry? Please throw the stick at once”. The man answered with a low voice, “I know, they get hurt & I thought you were sleeping. I’m a diabetic patient and raw juice is very good for diabetes. The juice of the leaves is good for ulcers and intestinal aliments and very soothing for the eyes. The fresh leaves act as a mild laxative in fever. The root is used to cure heart palpitation. The bark of the tree is also used for intestinal aliments. It is said that the bel fruit juice is used in curing diarrhoea, dysentery and used as a laxative”. Listening to all the advantages, I greeted him with a Namaskar and said, “if you can climb on the tree, you can take one”. “I’m an old person. I cannot climb on the tree even. This is a thorny tree”. the man said with a low voice. I went inside but couldn’t see whether he took or not. Next day ,in the evening, he came near my window and called me. I told him,”you can take leaves or fruit whatever you want. He said, “if you don’t mind,I want to tell you two sentences about its religious values.The religious value of bilvapatra is that without these leaves worship of Lord Shiva is incomplete. One offers bel leaf (with three leaves) to Shiva. It should be kept on the Shiva linga with its back facing upwards and stalk pointing towards the worshipper”. I smiled and said ,”The intention is to draw the combined energy from these three leaves towards oneself”. I could not see him for some weeks. I was little worried and look for him here and there. A month later, he came for leaves. I asked him, “What happened to you? Are you not feeling well? Where is your family members?” He smiled. His answer surprised me a lot. He said, ” From last, few years, I always prayed to God that, I want to see Lord Shiva before my death. Today when I was sleeping, I saw a man with a robe in front of me. My bed was fully lighted with the rays”. I curiously asked him,” was he a thief”? He smiled and said,” Lord Shiva came near me today and said, you always wanted to see Me. I’ve come here to meet you. Lord gave some rays on my head and disappeared.” The man said, “You helped me a lot with bel leaves and with it’s fruit” and said goodbye and went away. I was smiling in my mind that Lord Shiva had left His tiger skinned dress now and started wearing a robe! 🤔 He knew that today’s people loved such dress. In the afternoon, people from the area ran towards the gate and found that the same man had collapsed. People try to take him to the hospital but he left his last breath there. I don’t know whether God comes or not but I have a similar wish to see Him once before my death. When I heard about the man died on the spot, I just thought that man might have died when he was talking to me. Thinking about the incident, I opened my door. Immediately, my neighbour also opened her door and told me about the demise of the same man in the afternoon. I replied to her, “It can’t be possible. He came near my bel tree and talked to me regarding bel tree and its flowers. I can’t believe that he died in the afternoon”. I told my neighbour, “every day morning, while praying, I ask God to forgive me if I have done anything wrong with anyone. Today morning, I saw a yogi on a video.I thought, how can the yogi collected so much energy within. Then the thought came in the mind that everything may be possible if we know & trust our inner energy. We can join the outer and inner energy to know the hidden energy within. Soul can travel but come as a same body is really unexplored till date”. We both smiled at each other and closed the door. I went near the window and watched my bel tree lovingly and just promised in my mind that from today, this tree belonged to everyone. When everything of this tree is useful for mankind,why I should use it selfishly. “Save Tree,Save Humanity”

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Swapno 17 porbo

June 2nd, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

#স্বপ্ন # 17
সমুদ্রে ঘুরতে ঘুরতে সন্ধ্যা ঘনিয়ে আসছিল।তবে প্রেমের অনুভূতি যেন মনের ভেতরে হতে লাগলো। গিরিধরের সঙ্গে কথা বলতে বলতে ভাবছিলাম, প্রেমের জন্য নাম,ড্রেস কিছুই চাই না। নাম তো শুধু একটা পরিচয়। ড্রেস তো একটা শরীর ঢাকার পরিপোষক ।
প্রেমের কোনো নাম হয় না। কোনো জাত হয় না। কোনো ধর্ম হয় না। শুধু অনুভূতি আর দুয়ের সমন্বয়।
হাতে হাত ধরে দুজনে সমুদ্রের সৌন্দর্য্য অনুভব করছিলাম।

হঠাৎ গিরিধরকে বললাম,”একটা গান শোনাও please.
“আমি তো এত বাংলা গান জানিনা”,বললো।
“যা জানো তাই, শোনাও।” বললাম।

গাইতে লাগলো,—-তুম জো মিল গ্যয়ে হ, তো ইয়ে লাগতা হ্যায় কে জাহা মিল গ্যয়া ।
এক ভটকে হুই রাহীকো কারওয়া মিল গ্যয়া।
ব্যইঠো ন দূর হোমসে,দেখো খোফা ন হ
কিসমৎ সে মিল গ্যে হ, মিলকে জুদা ন হ
মেরি ক্যাখতা হ্যায়, হোতা হ্যায় ইয়ে ভী
কী জমী সে ভী ক্যাভি আসমা মিল গ্যয়া
তুম জো মিল গ্যেয় হ —

तुम जो मिल गए हो, तो ये लगता है
के जहां मिल गया
एक भटके हुए राही को, कारवाँ मिल गया

बैठो न दूर हमसे, देखो खफ़ा न हो
क़िस्मत से मिल गए हो, मिलके जुदा न हो
मेरी क्या ख़ता है, होता है ये भी
की ज़मीं से भी कभी आसमां मिल गया
तुम जो मिल गए हो…

तुम क्या जानो तुम क्या हो, एक सुरीला नगमा हो
भीगी रातों में मस्ती, तपते दिल में साया हो
अब जो आ गए हो जाने न दूंगा
की मुझे इक हसीं मेहरबाँ मिल गया
तुम जो मिल गए हो…

तुम भी थे खोए-खोए, मैं भी बुझा-बुझा
था अजनबी ज़माना, अपना कोई न था
दिल को जो मिल गया है तेरा सहारा
इक नई ज़िंदगी का निशां मिल गया
तुम जो मिल गए हो…

পুরো গান শেষ হতেই বললাম,”তুমি তো দারুণ গাঁও গো। এত সুন্দর হিন্দী গান। তোমার সঙ্গে ঘুরতে ঘুরতে প্রায় অন্ধকার হয়ে গেল বুঝতেই পারলাম না।

“এখন তাড়াতাড়ি পা চালাও, অন্ধকারে এসব জায়গা ভালো নয়। গিরিধর বললো ও আমাকে হাত ধরে দৌঁড়তে লাগলো।

Beach থেকে বেরিয়ে শপিং এর জন্য গেলাম। বাজার দেখে তো আমার চক্ষু চড়কগাছ। এত ঝলমল আর লোকারণ্য। অনেক কিছুই কিনলাম। প্রায় দশটা বেজে গেলো। তারপর রেস্টুরেন্টে গেলাম। পাও ভাজি খেলাম। Bandra পর্যন্ত অটোরিক্সাতে বাস স্টপে এলাম। বাস এ চাপিয়ে গিরিধর চলে গেলো। বাড়িতে ঢুকলাম,প্রায় 11.45 এ। আস্তে আস্তে দরজা খুলে পা টিপে টিপে নিজের রুম এ গিয়ে গিরিধর কে ফোন করে জানিয়ে দিলাম।
“পৌঁছে গেছি। তুমি?
“বাড়িতে” বলে ফোন রেখে দিলো। Read the rest of this entry »

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I Want to Live for Myself

June 2nd, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

As a mother, I gave birth & showed you the light of the Earth,

You crawled, you stood, you ran and climbed the train’s Berth.

I spent many sleepless night when you had high fever,

Next day took leave from work,neglect you never.

I sat with you to teach the lesson but can’t help you to learn,

Everywhere I was there with you to help and not to get any burn.

In each and every path of life, I gave you the direction,

I gave you freedom in every step to take a proper decision.

I taught you the right and wrong, what I knew was the right,

You had sometimes chosen the wrong path with stubborness & might.

I gave you so many toys, when you make my expectation clear,

You might not have liked those toys, but accepted them with honour.

I taught you to share with all and never to become selfish,

You followed it often, continued it & fulfill your wishes.

Though I taught you to respect elders, yet can’t force you to follow,

I tried to give you the value of life, but could not teach you to follow.

I told you many moral stories and discuss about God,

Godliness is difficult to follow as it is like a iron rod.

Though I had carried you in my womb and taken care till now,

Yet I want to live for myself, in this venerable age without any glow.

I want to cook for myself now,what I didn’t do these years.,

Try some recipes, from the younger genesis, spreading open arms.

Buy some fancy dresses,what I not worn before on top ,

Order on-line with pictures in front, opening my laptop.

I sing some favourite songs aloud and record them on mobile,

Sometimes upload on YouTube or sometimes hum a little.

I write my untold stories, share with my dear ones and unfamiliar one,

Those who read them, show the gratitude and love alone.

Living for others,making for dear ones could be one kind of happiness,

Knowing oneself from body to soul within could be forever endless .

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एक छोटासा बच्चा

June 2nd, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

रोज की तरह ,मैं मेरी छोटीसी एक बंगलो में बैठी थी। मैं और मेरे पति अविनाश हाथ में समाचारपत्र लेकर बैठे थे।
हम सुबह के चाह नीचे ही पीते हैं । क्योंकि हमारे ड्रॉइंग रूम नीचे ही हैं।
मेरा बंगलो दो मंजिल वाली हैं। नीचे एक तरह रोसईघर ,एक तरह छोटीसी ड्रॉइंग रूम।
रूम में एक छोटीसी TV भी हैं। एक बुकशेल्फ हैं। जँहा पर थोड़ीसी किताबें रक्खी हुई है क्योंकि मुझे किताब पड़ना पसंद हैं।
रोसोईघर में एक फ्रीज़ और सैमसंग माइक्रो ऑवन हैं। शुद्ध पानी के लिए एक वाटर फ़िल्टर हैं। वर्तन और गॅस स्टोव के बारे में बताना ज़रूरी नहीं हैं। काँच के वर्तन के लिए एक छोटीसी अलमिरः हैं। यह मेरी पसंदीदा वस्तु हैं।
मेरा छोटासा बंगलो के प्रवेशद्वार के एक कोने में एक गन्देफुल के गुच्छे हैं। ज्यादा फूल तो नहीं है लेकिन सदाफूली हैं क्योंकि वे शिवजी को बहुत पसदं हैं। भीतर आतेही ऊपर जानेवाले बड़ा और चौड़ा सीड़ी दिखाई देता।
शायद जो लोग मुम्बई के हैपेरसिटी मॉल में गए हैं, उन्होंने देखा हैं वे सीढ़िया ऐसेही सीढ़िया मेरी दूसरी मंजिल तक जाते हैं।
उसदिन चाह शेष करने के बाद ,मैन सोचा क्यों न मैं अब अख़बार पढ़ लूँ। जैसे ही मैं ,समाचारपत्र के लिए हात बड़ाई, देखती हूँ, एक पाँच / छः साल का एक लड़का सीढ़ी से ऊपर जा रहा हैं। उसके शरीर पर न शार्ट न बनियन हैं। नीचे एक नीली सी हाफ पेन्ट।
उसे देखतेही मैंने आवाज दी ।उठकर सामने देखने लगी। दरवाजा तो बंद हैं ! तो वह आया कैसे ? मनमें सोची शायद सिटकनी बंद नही किया था।

मैंने पति से पूछा ,”आपने दरवाजे की कुंडी लगाए थे?”
उनका उत्तर सुननेके पहले ही मैं ऊपर जाने लगी। दो सीढ़ी बाकी थी, मैं देखती हूं, वह लड़का हमारे रूम में एक लंबीसी टेबल हैं। उसमे काफ़ी सारे ड्रावर हैं। उसके ऊपर एक सूटकेस रखा था।।

सीढ़ी से सूटकेस दिखाई देता हैं। देखती हूं, लड़का सूटकेस के पीछे छुपे हुए हैं। टेबल और सूटकेस के बीच से उसकी आँखे चमक रही हैं।
मैंने उसको जोर जोर से बुलाने लगी। वह नहीं आया। दो बार बुलाने के बाद ,वह तरतर कर सीढ़ीसे निकल गया। मैं चिल्लाकर पति को बुलाया। देखते ही देखते लड़का निकल गया। उन्होंने पूछा,”कौन सा लड़का ?”
उनको तो पताभी नहीं था कि लड़का ऊपर था। लड़का नीचे जाकर मुख्य दरवाजा से निकल गया।
निमिष में देखती हु वह खेत के भीतर से भाग रहा हैं।
मैं चिल्लाते हुए उसके पीछे भाग रही हु। मेरी बाल बहुत लंबी हैं। मैं एक फुलवारी कमीज पहन रक्खी थी। उसके पीछे भागना क्या मेरे बस में हैं!!
खेत के किनारे एक ताड़ के पेड़ हैं। भागते भागते मैं थक गयी और रुक गयी। पीछे मोडक़र देखती हु काफ़ी दूर आ गयी।
दूर एक पीली और सफेद चार माले की इमारत दिखाई दिया।
हैरान हो गयी देखकर !
वही छोटासा बालक ;छत से मुझे हाथ हिलाकर फिर मिलेंगे बोल रहा हैं।
मन में सोची, इतने समय में वह कैसे छत पर चला गया ! बार बार हाथ हिला रहा हैं। मैं खुश हो गयी कि वह उस बिल्डिंग में रहता हैं।
मैं खुश होकर घूम गयी और सोचने लगी, अगर ज़रा रुकता था,तो मैंने एक फल भी दे देती थी। छोटा सा बच्चा ही तो हैं। मेरे फ्रीज़ में एक मिल्क चॉकलेट भी हैं। यह सोचते निकल जा रही थी; देखती हु, हर बिल्डिंग से मुझे हाथ हिलाकर स्वागत कर रहा हैं।
मैं भी हँसकर उसे हाथ दिखाया।
मैं जोर से चिल्लाई “बेटे चॉकलेट ! चॉकलेट! मेरे पति ने मुझे एक धक्का देकर बोले,” चॉकलेट खाने की उतनीही शॉक हैं तो सुबह उठकर खा लेना।
मैं मुस्कराकर पास लेकर फिर से नींद में चली गयी।

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Riki

June 2nd, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

Riki

The Andaman Islands are in the Bay of Bengal. From the flight only, one can see the scenic beauty of Andaman. Its blue water and greenery can be seen everywhere. I read in Geography that it’s a coral reef. There are almost 300 islands covered with palm and coconut trees, white sand beaches and tropical rainforests.
Last year, we had been to Andaman. We were four families together who planned for the trip. It was July month. There wasn’t much crowd. It was not the season during June/July.
I request all the people to visit Andaman at least once in life time to know the history of Indian freedom fighters and how they had sacrificed their life for the country. If you don’t know the history of Cellular jail, your life would be incomplete.
Havelock and Neil Island are one of the best islands in Andaman. I would request you to visit it. Reaching the hotel in the month of July, we felt humid atmosphere. Some of our co-passengers went for scuba diving as scuba diving is absolutely safe in Andaman. Experienced professional divers took them into the deep sea where they could see the interior of the sea. We all went to beach.
In the evening the owner of the hotel arranged a gathering party for us.
There was the dance floor. We, old young danced a lot. They showed us many kinds of fish.

As my story is not about the Andaman but it is important to inform you all, how I met Riki in the island.
Neil Island is beautiful island which is more peaceful and less crowded than Havelock.
During the hotel stay, I met a man. That day, I did not go for coral island for adventurous sports.
I was reading a magazine in my hotel room. Suddenly, I felt very tired and thought of having tea or coffee in the restaurant. So I locked the door and proceeded towards the restaurant. There was no one in the restaurant. I saw a young lad in the counter. As soon as he saw me he asked, I’m Riki, I’m the manager here. Can I help you Madam? Why didn’t you go for some rides?
“Give me one cup of coffee and some biscuits” I asked him. He called the waiter and served the coffee. He started talking to me. He said, “I came here two months ago”.
I asked “How much do you like the place”?
“Leaving a crowded place, I missed my place a lot in the beginning. But now, I’m accustomed to this situation.
His one sentence touched my heart and soul.
He said “Neil Island is the best place to know one better and can go deep within.”
“Wow! Wow! Excellent! I exclaimed.
“You know Madam, after coming here, I‘ve changed a lot.”He said.
“Changed? What happened “. I curiously asked.
“You can say that I’ve a big story of my life”. He said
Whatever story of his life, he described to me was very emotional and a lesson learning.

#Riki #Second part
Riki was a student. After passing his class twelfth, he went to Delhi to study hotel management. Riki’s father was a doctor and his mother was a lecturer in a college. Parents were interested in putting him to medical or engineering. But Riki’s interest was to do Hotel management as he had seen some programmes of Chef Vikas Khanna. Accordingly, he got a chance in a good college. He started living in a rented house in Delhi with two other boys of his class. One of them was a senior student, Rakesh. He used to guide them properly.
Every night while returning, Riki used to drink alcohol and while entering he used to chew gum. So, for few days nobody came to know anything.

One day, till 10 at night, when Riki did not reach home, Rakesh was little worried. He went down and saw some crowd, little far from his house. He hurriedly went there and saw Riki was fallen unconscious there.
With the help of others, he brought Riki home. Next morning, Rakesh asked Riki, ”Yesterday, your alcohol dose was more. Shall I call your parents?”

“No Rakesh Bhaiya (Big Brother)! My parents will be worried for me then. I’ll not disturb you again. I promise you, I’ll not do it again.”

Next day, he did not go to college. When everyone left the house, Riki went to the shop and bought a bottle of alcohol. In the evening, when he did not open the door, Rakesh got annoyed and called his parents. With a day or two, Riki’s parents took him to his place.

His Parents were quite a decent people. Everyone in the neighborhood respected his parents a lot. Being a single child, he was pampered a lot.

Most of the students are mesmerized with the arrival of the new thing in their new world. They get the taste of these new things in the hostel or when they are out of their house, they fall in to the trap thinking that the world has so many things to enjoy.

Every day, Riki used to go out and people around him brought him home drunk. The year was lost in college. His father posted a letter with a medical certificate. His conditions worsened day by day. He was fully a drunkard. After some days, his drinking was to the brim and everyday some strangers left him at home. He was submerged into alcohol. One day, when he was carried by some people, one of the persons knew his father. He told, “If you don’t mind, I would suggest you to take him to Alcoholic Anonymous. His parents were really grateful to him who had shown him the path of spirituality. One day along with the man, I went to the centre. He told me, ‘You can buy the book from the centre. There are Twelve (12) steps originated by

# Riki # 3rd part
Alcoholic Anonymous that help world wide.
Riki told me,” I read those spiritual paths and liked very much. The twelve steps are:
1. Honesty: After many years of denial, recovery begins when with simple admission of being powerless over alcohol—for alcoholics and their friends and family.
2. Faith: It seems to be spiritual truth that before a higher power, you must believe that it can.
3. Surrender: A life time of self will run riot come to a screeching halt and change forever by making a simple decision to turn it all over to higher power.
4. Soul searching: 12 step recovery programmes is a process not an event.
5. Integrity: The most difficult step to face. It is one that provides the greatest opportunity for growth.
6. Acceptance: Accepting character defects exactly as they are and becoming entirely willing to let them go.
7. Humility: Asking the higher power to do something that cannot be done by self will or mere determination.
8. Willingness: Making a list of those that harmed before coming into recovery may sound simple. Becoming willing to actually make those amends is the difficult part.
9. Forgiveness: It may be a bitter pill but those serious about recovery; it can be great medicine for spirit and soul.
10. Maintenance: Nobody likes to admit to being wrong. But it is absolutely necessary to maintain spiritual progress in recovery.
11. Making contact: It is to discover the plan of God as you understand Him has for your life.
12. Service: For those who are in recovery programme practicing all steps. They practice all 12 steps.
After reading these 12 points, I came to know that without spiritual path nothing is possible. Indian philosophy says that it is the principle of Karma, means the action one performs. That is any activity that a person performs with body, mind and senses. The principle says that every action has a reaction. It means that for every action performed by a person, there is always a reaction.
I asked him, “What about your college and course?”
He answered, “After completing this course with alcohol anonymous, my parents took me to Delhi, stayed with me for few months and I completed my course. After my exam, I returned to Missouri. One year, I worked in a local hotel. As my parents are very famous at Missouri, everyone in the hotel used to love me a lot.”
“Naturally, your parents are respectful persons in that small place.”I sighed with loving look.
Riki continued,” Andaman is a new place for me but it’s fabulous. If you sit near the sea for some time, you will feel that God resides in this place. If you walk alone in the sea beach, you will feel that God is behind you walking along with you. If you want to meditate, this is the best place in the world. I think that is why, Lokmanya Tilak wrote “Gita Rahasya “here in Andaman.

After his life story, I felt that every year, we should come here for inner peace. Andaman is the place with blue water and lonely beach. If anyone wants to conquer ones soul can plan in the month of July. There wasn’t much crowd. It was the season during June/July for churning their inner self.

Riki

The Andaman Islands are in the Bay of Bengal. From the flight only, one can see the scenic beauty of Andaman. Its blue water and greenery can be seen everywhere. I read in Geography that it’s a coral reef. There are almost 300 islands covered with palm and coconut trees, white sand beaches and tropical rainforests.
Last year, we had been to Andaman. We were four families together who planned for the trip. It was July month. There wasn’t much crowd. It was not the season during June/July.
I request all the people to visit Andaman at least once in life time to know the history of Indian freedom fighters and how they had sacrificed their life for the country. If you don’t know the history of Cellular jail, your life would be incomplete.
Havelock and Neil Island are one of the best islands in Andaman. I would request you to visit it. Reaching the hotel in the month of July, we felt humid atmosphere. Some of our co-passengers went for scuba diving as scuba diving is absolutely safe in Andaman. Experienced professional divers took them into the deep sea where they could see the interior of the sea. We all went to beach.
In the evening the owner of the hotel arranged a gathering party for us.
There was the dance floor. We, old young danced a lot. They showed us many kinds of fish.

As my story is not about the Andaman but it is important to inform you all, how I met Riki in the island.
Neil Island is beautiful island which is more peaceful and less crowded than Havelock.
During the hotel stay, I met a man. That day, I did not go for coral island for adventurous sports.
I was reading a magazine in my hotel room. Suddenly, I felt very tired and thought of having tea or coffee in the restaurant. So I locked the door and proceeded towards the restaurant. There was no one in the restaurant. I saw a young lad in the counter. As soon as he saw me he asked, I’m Riki, I’m the manager here. Can I help you Madam? Why didn’t you go for some rides?
“Give me one cup of coffee and some biscuits” I asked him. He called the waiter and served the coffee. He started talking to me. He said, “I came here two months ago”.
I asked “How much do you like the place”?
“Leaving a crowded place, I missed my place a lot in the beginning. But now, I’m accustomed to this situation.
His one sentence touched my heart and soul.
He said “Neil Island is the best place to know one better and can go deep within.”
“Wow! Wow! Excellent! I exclaimed.
“You know Madam, after coming here, I‘ve changed a lot.”He said.
“Changed? What happened “. I curiously asked.
“You can say that I’ve a big story of my life”. He said
Whatever story of his life, he described to me was very emotional and a lesson learning.

#Riki #Second part
Riki was a student. After passing his class twelfth, he went to Delhi to study hotel management. Riki’s father was a doctor and his mother was a lecturer in a college. Parents were interested in putting him to medical or engineering. But Riki’s interest was to do Hotel management as he had seen some programmes of Chef Vikas Khanna. Accordingly, he got a chance in a good college. He started living in a rented house in Delhi with two other boys of his class. One of them was a senior student, Rakesh. He used to guide them properly.
Every night while returning, Riki used to drink alcohol and while entering he used to chew gum. So, for few days nobody came to know anything.

One day, till 10 at night, when Riki did not reach home, Rakesh was little worried. He went down and saw some crowd, little far from his house. He hurriedly went there and saw Riki was fallen unconscious there.
With the help of others, he brought Riki home. Next morning, Rakesh asked Riki, ”Yesterday, your alcohol dose was more. Shall I call your parents?”

“No Rakesh Bhaiya (Big Brother)! My parents will be worried for me then. I’ll not disturb you again. I promise you, I’ll not do it again.”

Next day, he did not go to college. When everyone left the house, Riki went to the shop and bought a bottle of alcohol. In the evening, when he did not open the door, Rakesh got annoyed and called his parents. With a day or two, Riki’s parents took him to his place.

His Parents were quite a decent people. Everyone in the neighborhood respected his parents a lot. Being a single child, he was pampered a lot.

Most of the students are mesmerized with the arrival of the new thing in their new world. They get the taste of these new things in the hostel or when they are out of their house, they fall in to the trap thinking that the world has so many things to enjoy.

Every day, Riki used to go out and people around him brought him home drunk. The year was lost in college. His father posted a letter with a medical certificate. His conditions worsened day by day. He was fully a drunkard. After some days, his drinking was to the brim and everyday some strangers left him at home. He was submerged into alcohol. One day, when he was carried by some people, one of the persons knew his father. He told, “If you don’t mind, I would suggest you to take him to Alcoholic Anonymous. His parents were really grateful to him who had shown him the path of spirituality. One day along with the man, I went to the centre. He told me, ‘You can buy the book from the centre. There are Twelve (12) steps originated by

# Riki # 3rd part
Alcoholic Anonymous that help world wide.
Riki told me,” I read those spiritual paths and liked very much. The twelve steps are:
1. Honesty: After many years of denial, recovery begins when with simple admission of being powerless over alcohol—for alcoholics and their friends and family.
2. Faith: It seems to be spiritual truth that before a higher power, you must believe that it can.
3. Surrender: A life time of self will run riot come to a screeching halt and change forever by making a simple decision to turn it all over to higher power.
4. Soul searching: 12 step recovery programmes is a process not an event.
5. Integrity: The most difficult step to face. It is one that provides the greatest opportunity for growth.
6. Acceptance: Accepting character defects exactly as they are and becoming entirely willing to let them go.
7. Humility: Asking the higher power to do something that cannot be done by self will or mere determination.
8. Willingness: Making a list of those that harmed before coming into recovery may sound simple. Becoming willing to actually make those amends is the difficult part.
9. Forgiveness: It may be a bitter pill but those serious about recovery; it can be great medicine for spirit and soul.
10. Maintenance: Nobody likes to admit to being wrong. But it is absolutely necessary to maintain spiritual progress in recovery.
11. Making contact: It is to discover the plan of God as you understand Him has for your life.
12. Service: For those who are in recovery programme practicing all steps. They practice all 12 steps.
After reading these 12 points, I came to know that without spiritual path nothing is possible. Indian philosophy says that it is the principle of Karma, means the action one performs. That is any activity that a person performs with body, mind and senses. The principle says that every action has a reaction. It means that for every action performed by a person, there is always a reaction.
I asked him, “What about your college and course?”
He answered, “After completing this course with alcohol anonymous, my parents took me to Delhi, stayed with me for few months and I completed my course. After my exam, I returned to Missouri. One year, I worked in a local hotel. As my parents are very famous at Missouri, everyone in the hotel used to love me a lot.”
“Naturally, your parents are respectful persons in that small place.”I sighed with loving look.
Riki continued,” Andaman is a new place for me but it’s fabulous. If you sit near the sea for some time, you will feel that God resides in this place. If you walk alone in the sea beach, you will feel that God is behind you walking along with you. If you want to meditate, this is the best place in the world. I think that is why, Lokmanya Tilak wrote “Gita Rahasya “here in Andaman.

After his life story, I felt that every year, we should come here for inner peace. Andaman is the place with blue water and lonely beach. If anyone wants to conquer ones soul can plan in the month of July. There wasn’t much crowd. It was the season during June/July for churning their inner self.

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রচয়িতা

May 29th, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

একি ! একি! সুচরিতা না ! মহিলা আমার দিকে তাকাতেই আমি একেবারে মর্মাহত ! বড় বড় চাউনিতে ভাবলাম; সেই সুচরিতা! সারা মাথা পাকা চুলে ভরা। মুখের জৌলুস শেষ হয়ে গেছে । চামড়া কুঁচকে গেছে। মনে হচ্ছে সত্তর বছরের কোনো মহিলা।ওর আসল নাম সুচরিতা সেন। মিষ্টির দোকানে সামনাসামনি দেখতে পেয়েছি বলে চিনে নিলাম।

আমার ডাক শুনে মহিলা তাড়াতাড়ি করে সাথের এক সতের/ আঠারো মেয়েকে বললো,”আমাকে এখান থেকে তাড়াতাড়ি নিয়ে চল ! আমি এক মুহূর্ত ও এখানে দাঁড়াতে চাই না।”

মেয়েটি wheel চেয়ারটি ধাক্কা দিয়ে নিয়ে যাচ্ছে দেখে জোরে জোরে বলতে লাগলাম ,”সূচি, please একটু দাঁড়া, আমি কল্পনা নন্দী।
আমি কতদিন থেকে তোকে খুঁজে বেড়াচ্ছি মনে মনে ,তুই জানিস না। কত জনকে জিজ্ঞেস করেছি তোর ঠিকানা। কিন্তু কেউ সঠিক উত্তর দিতে পারেনি।” আমি পেছন পেছন বলে যাচ্ছিলাম।

দৌঁড়ে গিয়ে wheel চেয়ারটা ধরে মেয়েটিকে বললাম, “ছেড়ে দে; আমি ধাক্কা দিচ্ছি। এই বলে চেয়ারে হাত লাগতেই সূচি,পেছনে তাকিয়ে বললো,” কল্পনা” তুই! বলে ঝর ঝর করে আবেগময় হয়ে গেল।
সামনে একটা পার্কে নিয়ে যাই। চেয়ারটা লক করি। একটি বেঞ্চে বসতেই ওই মেয়েটিকে ডেকে সূচি বললো, “মিনু তুই একটু ঘুরে আয়, আমি আমার বান্ধবীর সাথে একটু কথা বলি। এই বলে 50 টাকার একটি নোট বের করে মিনুর হাতে দিলো।

আমি বেঞ্চে বসে সুচিকে wheel চেয়ার থেকে বেঞ্চে বসলাম।
জিজ্ঞেস করলাম,”সূচি তোর কেন এই অবস্থা। আজ ভাগ্যিস মিষ্টি কিনতে গেছিলাম। তাই তোর সঙ্গে দেখা হলো ।”

সুচরিতা বললো,”সে অনেক ঘটনা কলপু।তোর বিয়ের পর তো তুই আমেরিকা চলে যাস। তার ঠিক দুবছর পর আমার বিয়ে অরুণ দত্ত বলে একজনের সাথে ঠিক হয়। লোকটি আমাকে পছন্দ করেছিল আমার গান শুনে। আমার বিয়ের কার্ডও তোকে পাঠাতে পারলাম না।”

আমি বললাম,”তোর গান পছন্দ করবে না এমন লোক হয়তো এ দুনিয়ায় নেই সূচি; আজও আমার কানে বাজে — অঞ্জলি লহ মোর সংগীতে । আরো কত গান।”

তারপর সূচি বলতে লাগলো, “অরুণ দত্তও ভালো গান গাইতো। প্রফেশনাল গায়ক না হলেও বেশ নাম ডাক ছিল। কোনো উৎসবানষ্ঠান হলে ওকে অনেক জায়গায় গান গাওয়ার জন্য আমন্ত্রণ জানাতো। আমার সাথে বিয়ের পর বৌভাতের দিন অরুণ নিজেই একটা জলসার আয়োজন করেছিল। সেখানে গান গাওয়ার পর সকলে এত মুগ্ধ হলো যে বার বারই সকলেই বলতে লাগলো ,তুমি তো অরুণ কে হার মানলে!👍 আমি লজ্জায় ‘না !না’ বললাম।”

আমি উৎসুকতার সহিত জিজ্ঞেস করলাম,”সূচি, অরুণ বাবু কি তখন কোনো উত্তর দিয়েছিলেন ?
আমাদের অনেক অবগুন থাকে —- কাম, ক্রোধ, মদ,লোভ, মোহ আর মৎসর। এই অবগুন যখন আমাদের ওপর আধিপত্য শুরু করে, তখন মনের ভেতর এরা বাসা বেঁধে নেয়। তারপর মনকে কুরিয়ে কুরিয়ে খেতে থাকে। মন নিজের বশে আর থাকে না।”

সূচি বলতে লাগলো,”এসব তো তোর মতো এত বুঝি না! রে ; কল্পনা ! দুবছর এভাবে সংসার মোটামুটি ভালোভাবেই চলছিলো।

আমি অনেক জায়গায় প্রোগ্রাম করতে শুরু করলাম। এদিকে অরুণের গানের কদর কমতে আরম্ভ হলো। আমি অনেকবার প্রোগ্রাম বাতিলও করেছি। অরুণ আমাকে বেশ এড়িয়ে যেতে শুরু করে । প্রায়ই অফিস থেকে দেরিতে আসা শুরু করে।”
আমি উৎকণ্ঠিত হয়ে জিজ্ঞেস করলাম,”তারপর?”
কাঁপা গলায় সূচি বললো, “একদিন শাশুড়ি বললেন, তুমি আমার ছেলেকে একেবারে ধ্বংস করে দিলে”?
আমি আপনার ছেলের কোনো ক্ষতি করিনি মা ।” কান্নায় আকুল হয়ে উত্তর দিলাম।
“আমাকে মা বলতে এস না। নিজের স্বামীর দুঃখ যে মেয়েমানুষ বোঝে না সে আবার স্ত্রী ?? তাই তুমি একটা কুলটা। তুমি এক বন্ধ্যা।’
বন্ধ্যা শুনে কানে হাত দিয়ে চেঁচিয়ে বললাম,”মা আর কিন্তু একটি শব্দও শুনতে চাই না । আজ আপনি আমাকে এ কথা বলতে পারলেন?”
শাশুড়ী মুখ ঝামটে চলে গেলেন।
অরুণ বাড়ি আসতেই কান্নাকাটি করতে করতে বললেন,”আমি এক মুহূর্তও এই বাড়িতে থাকবো না। তোর বউ এর যা মুখ।”

অরুণ রুমে ঢুকেই বললো, ” অনেকদিন থেকেই বললো ভাবছিলাম,কথাটা । কিন্তু নানা বাঁধায় কথাটা বলা হয়ে উঠছিল না। আমি তোমার সাথে থাকতে পারবো না। এক সপ্তাহের মধ্যে ডিভোর্স পেপার পেয়ে যাবে।”

“কারণ টা কি জানতে পারি ,জিজ্ঞেস করলাম। একটু তর্কাতর্কিতে আমার দিকে হাত উঠানোর চেষ্টা করলো।
থাক ! থাক ! চলে যাবো। কিন্তু যাওযার আগে একটি কথা বলতে চাই অরুণ; এত হিংসা ভালো নয়! আজ গানের জন্য আমাকে ছেড়ে দিচ্ছ, এই গানই একদিন তোমাকে তোমার নাম ভুলিয়ে দেবে। কাল সকালে আমি চলে যাবো।”

সূচি বলতে লাগলো, “পরদিন এক মাসতুতো দিদির বাড়িতে চলে গেলাম। সঙ্গে নিয়ে গেলাম আমার গয়না যা ছিল আর কিছু শাড়ী। আমার সার্টিফিকেটও নিয়ে চলে গেলাম।
মা বাবার কাছে প্রায় দুবছর ছিলাম। এরই মধ্যে একটি গানের ক্লাসও শুরু করি। বেশ ভালোই চলছিল ক্লাস। এরই মধ্যে বাবার শরীর খারাপ হতে শুরু হলো। তাই সৌরভের সঙ্গে বিয়ে ঠিক করলেন মা বাবা। বিয়ের পর আবার কলকাতা। লোকটি বেশ ভালোই। খুবই যত্নশীল। অনেক জাগরুক। বিয়ের পর গানের আসরে গান না গাইলেও, বাড়িতে বেশ জমতো গানের আড্ডা।
প্রায় বছরখানেক পর, হঠাৎ গানের আড্ডায় নিচে থেকে উঠতে গিয়ে যেন আর উঠলে পারছিলাম না। সৌরভ এসে হাত ধরে বিছানায় নিয়ে গেল। মেরুদণ্ড এর নীচে খুব ব্যথা। পরদিন ডাক্তার দেখানো হলো। ওষুধ চলতে লাগলো। দিনে দিনে যেন পেছনটা ওকেজ লাগছিলো।
এদিকে একদিন সৌরভ বাড়িতে ফিরে খাওয়া দাওয়া শেষ করে বললো,আজ চলো আইসক্রিম খেতে যাই। এই বলে আমরা বেরিয়ে বেশ আনন্দ করে বাড়ি ফিরলাম। ঠিক এগারোটা নাগাদ সৌরভ বললো,”আমার যেন কেমন বমি পাচ্ছে। এই বলেই বাথরুমে গেল। পেছনে আমিও গেলাম, কিন্তু মিনিটের মধ্যে আমার কাঁধে মাথা রেখে দিলো। চেঁচিয়ে বললাম, ” সৌরভ! সৌরভ ! সব শেষ।
তার পর আমি পঙ্গু হতে লাগলাম। ভাবলাম আমি নিজেই তো ভীষণ অপয়া। আর কারোর সঙ্গে কোনো সম্পর্ক রাখবো না । তার পর থেকে– আর কিছু জিজ্ঞেস করিস না please। এখন আমায় যেতে দে; কল্পনা।”

ডিভোর্সের আগে আমি একটি ছোট বাড়ি কিনেছিলাম সল্টলকে। ”

আমি ওকে আর কোনো অনুরোধ করতে পারলাম না। শুধু বললাম,”নিজের একটু যত্ন নিস সূচি। আর একটা অনুরোধ,তুই গানকে ঠাকুরের আশীর্বাদ হিসাবে চালিয়ে যাবি ;কথা দে।
“দিলাম” বলে বেরিয়ে গেলো। আমি হাত দেখিয়ে bye করলাম। চোখের জলে কিছুক্ষনের মধ্যেই ঝাপসা হয়ে গেল সূচি।

মিষ্টির বাক্স হাতে করে চলতে চলতে ভাবতে লাগলাম ,’রচয়িতা’ তো সর্বশ্রেষ্ঠ। উনি তো অনন্য। মনুষ্যকে পৃথিবীতে পাঠানোর আগে ,সেই মানুষের এক গল্প তৈরি করেন। তারপর সেই মানুষের কর্মের ধাঁচ অনুযায়ী তাকে সুখে অথবা দুঃখে থাকতে পৃথিবীতে অবতীর্ণ করেন। গল্পের মধ্যে মেঘ আর আলো দুটোই থাকে । আর কর্মের ফল অনুযায়ী হিসাবনিকাশ হয়। কোনো কর্মই অঙ্কের মতো সমীকরণ হয় না। তারপর গল্পপৃষ্ঠা চলতে থাকে। এই গল্প থেকে কি বাঁচার উপায় আছে?

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भारतमाता

May 29th, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

भारत मेरा देश है,
प्यारा हिन्दुस्थान हैं।
हम उसके संतान है,
अलग अलग प्रदेश होकर भी एक है |

मिटटी इसका सोना है,
नदी का जल तो रूपा है
दोनों के ही मिलने से,
अमृत और मधुरता का फल मिलता है |

मेरा देश वैचित्रतासे भरे हैं,
विभिन्नोतासे संमृद्ध हैं।
हराभरा हैं चारो तरफ़,
रानी जैसी घूँघट ओढ़कर।

भिन्न भिन्न जाती है,
रहन – सहन अलग है
अलग अलग भाषा है,
फिर भी हम सब एक है |

कोई बंगाली, कोई मद्रासी,
कोई मराठी, कोई गुजरती
कोई कश्मीरी, कोई पंजाबी,
बोलते छब्बीस सुन्दर बोली |

भाषा अलग, अलग परिधान,
विविधता से उत्सव मनाते
लेकिन सबके स्वर में एकही भाषा,
हम बोलते हैं प्यार की भाषा |

हम हो गए कितने उन्नतशीर,
लेकिन कहाँ गए वे सुपूत वीर
जिसने लाए हैं,तिरंगा ऊँचेपर,
सतंत्रता के सत्तर साल पर।

हर साल में कुछ पाया हैं तो,
कई साल में कुछ खोया |
भारत भूमि श्रेष्ठ बनेगा,
जब हर किसीको मान मिलेगा।

हर दिन क्यों सुपुत संतान,
देश की रक्षा में हो रहे बलिदान?
समाधि पर फूल बरसाकर,
क्यों कर देते हैं उनके बिदाय?

भारतवर्ष हैं सबसे शानदार,
प्रगती के पथपर हैं सबसे दीप्तिमान,
जिनके लिए भारत ने पाया खुब सम्मान,
देश के हितमें प्रतिज्ञा लेंगे, न हो इसकी अपमान|

आओ सब से कहे,भारत प्रधान,
बनाये इसको ,छुए आसमान,
अगर प्यार हैं भारतमाता पर,
तो जरूर कामियाब होंगे उसपर।

यशोधरा पुरकायस्थ

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দুই ভূত

May 25th, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

দুই ভূতের গল্পশুনে কিন্তু ভয় পেওনা। সেদিন ছিল ওয়ার্ল্ড আর্থ ডে। আমরা সাড়ে আটটা থেকে সাড়ে নটা পর্যন্ত অন্ধকারে ছিলাম। অবশ্য স্টেট ব্যাংক এক ঘন্টা লাইট বন্ধ করতে অনুরোধ জানিয়েছিল। আমরা মোমবাতি জ্বালিয়ে অন্ধকারে বসা । গরমে ঘাম ছুটেছে। আমরা তিনজন যে যার মোবাইল হাতাহাতি করছি। এমন সময় দরজায় যেন এক আওয়াজ শুনে অবাক হয়ে দরজা খুললাম। বাইরে তো আলো জ্বলছিল।কারণ সকলে তো আর আমার মতো আজ্ঞাকারী নয়। আবার দরজা বন্ধ করে বসতেই যেন ফিসফিস আওয়াজ শুনতে পেলাম বাইরে। বললাম,” দাঁড়াও তো শুনি কি বলছে”। এই বলতেই আর কোনো শব্দ শোনা যাচ্ছে না। বাকি দুজনে বললো, “ তুমিই সবসময় কিছু না কিছু শুনতে পাও”। কথা শেষ হতে না হতেই অট্টহাসি শোনা গেল। আমরা সকলে শুনতে পেলাম। এবারে অন্ধকারে চারদিক একবারে নিঃস্তব্ধ। একে অপরের দিকে চক্ষু ছানাবড়া করে তাকালাম। একজন বললো,”দরজা খুলে দেখি “! “জানিনা” আমি বললাম।এই বলতেই ফিসফিস সুরে বাইরে থেকে বললো,”ভয় করো না। আমরা তো ভূত “!!! ভু ভু ভু ত ত ত— আমার সুর বের হলো । “আমি ছোট ভূত আর আমার সঙ্গে মোটা ভূত । আমরা তো বের হতে পারিনা, তাই তোমাদের ঘরখানা অন্ধকার দেখে এসে পড়লাম “। “ তোমরা কি ভেতরে”?গলাকাঁপা স্বরে জিজ্ঞেস করলাম। আরেকজন বললো, “তোমরা কোথায় থাকো ? শ্মশানে থাকো । তোমরা কি খাও “? এই বলতেই অট্টহাসি তে চারদিক ঝনঝন করে উঠলো। গা ছমছম করে উঠলো। আমরা তো সকলে ড্রইং রুমে বসে রয়েছি। হঠাৎ রান্নাঘরে বাটি ফেলার আওয়াজে মোমবাতি নিয়ে সুভাষ সেখানে গেল। সুভাষ এই বাড়ীর মালিক। রান্নাঘরে যেতেই শুনতে পেল,অনেকদিন হয়ে গেল maggi খাইনি ,তাহলে ওটাই খুঁজতে হবে। ওরা maggi ও খায় নাকি,সুভাষ ভাবলো। তারপর ফিরে এসে বললো,”ওরা maggi খুঁজছে। আছে কি”? “ওরা কারা ? সুভাষের বউ অদিতি জিজ্ঞেস করলো। “জানিনা তবে কাউকে তো দেখতে পেলাম না । শুধু কথা শুনলাম”। B অদিতি বললো, “ 9.30 p.m হতে আর কত বাকি”? “জানিনা”। রান্নাঘরে টুকটাক আওয়াজ হতেই লাগলো। আমার তো প্রায় হার্ট বন্ধ হওয়ার উপক্রম । মনে মনে শুধু জপ করে যাচ্ছি। এবারে জোর গলায় বললাম ,”সবাই বলো তো,ভূত আমার পুত, পেত্নী আমার ঝি ,রাম লক্ষণ সঙ্গে আছেন করবে আমায় কি “! এই বলতে বলতেই সময় এসে গেল লাইট জ্বালানোর । 9.30। লাইট জ্বালিয়ে সবঘর দেখলে গেলাম। কোনো কিছু দেখতে পেলাম না । রান্নাঘরের প্লাটফর্মে শুধু দুটো maggi লাগানো এটও প্লেট পড়ে রয়েছে। যশোধরা পুরকায়স্থ

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Life Span

May 25th, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

There was a bachelor neighbour Sanjay who lived opposite to Priti’s house. Every time Priti used to call Sanjay uncle at her place even during celebrations. Every week, there was discussion at Priti’s place regarding some motivational topics. Priti’s children used to take part in the discussions. It was a daily chore of their life.
One day, Sanjay uncle said “Lets discuss, ‘there is no love in this universe’”. Priti asked him, “Why is this topic? With love, the universe exists. With love people are living united. With love society survives. Loves comes from within. You neither buy it from the market nor can arrange in a flower vase “.
“I don’t agree with you” Uncle said. He continued, “Whatever, you said are attachments not Love”.
Priti replied, ’my understanding of love may not match with your thought but relationship grows from trust, empathy and caring. Love life can be invaluable if anyone knows the value of love. Sanjay uncle said, “Attachment is a powerful weapon of binding. The first attachment begins with physical body. Then all the attachments crop up. Attachment grows when there is pleasure. Whenever there is attachment, there is infatuation and fear.
“Fear of what”? Priti asked curiously
“Fear of losing. Attachment brings misery but love brings contentment as love is bliss. Actually, love is freedom”. He said
Today, Priti is quite old and she remembered Sanjay uncle’s words. She felt that, he was very accurate. She thought could be he was reading a lot. Her children are grown up now. They are settled in their life.
Priti lives with her husband Shiva. Shiva takes care of her.
Once he told Priti,”I want you in my next birth but I want a bride who never tells me a hard word. The girl will love my physique. The girl will give me the food what I love. The girl will not bother for anyone but only for me”.
Every day, Shiva repeated the same thing. He said, “I love you a lot Priti”.
Every day, Priti said, ”I pray to God that you will get the girl of your choice in next birth. She continued with a smile, “If I die before you, you will get a girl of your choice. If you die before me, you have to bear me in next life also”. They laughed aloud.
Priti and her husband Shiva travelled here and there. Sometimes they visited their children’s’ place and enjoyed. One fortunate year, they thought of travelling to Nainital and it was summer, May month. It was quite chilly during summer month as well. Priti wore a kashmiri shawl which she bought during her son’s marriage. Shiva was in his usual blue jacket. Both were taking an evening walk. Very happily Priti said, “You remember, we came here long ago but now everything has changed a lot. Now we are scared to go to lake even. When we came for the first time we had ‘Chana Jor Garom’ as cold breeze was blowing”. Shiva told,” Yes our boat had stuck in the middle of the lake”.
Both of them returned to their hotel and had their small dinner. In the morning, Shiva got up early for a morning walk. He called Priti many times. He thought, Priti never slept in this manner. She woke up even with a small sound. He went near her and called again,’Priti! Priti!”. Priti did not reply and Shiva turned her pale face. He called the hotel manager for doctor’s help. The doctor came and declared her dead five hours ago. “Priti, you have kept your words” Shiva said that means you will not come to me again.

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Unknown Occurance

May 25th, 2020 by Jashodhara Purkayastha

During lockdown, we heard of many people stuck in different places. Many tourists went on a tour to Kashmir but were stuck there. They remained in the hotel and their stock of money got over and couldn’t return home.
Everyday, I stand on my balcony to see some migrants staying opposite in an under construction building. They took bath in the morning and had their food 4 times.
Everyday, myself and my neighbour chat on pandemic. She loves my stories .Every morning, I send her some story or write up.
One unfortunate night, myself and my neighbour were chatting on whatsapp till 10.p.m . Afterwards, I went to sleep. My son woke me up and asked me to watch a good movie. With concentration, we were watching the movie. At about, 10.30p.m our door bell rang. With surprise we looked at each other. I opened the door. A lady from our building informed that our neighbour passed away at 10.23 p.m. l was really shocked and went inside my neighbour’s house🏠.
She told me, after we stopped chatting at 10p.m, her husband was feeling breathlessness and within no time, he put his head on her shoulder. She noticed that her husband’s tongue came out and she felt that he was No More. Immediately, she called the doctor who lives in the second floor. He came and declared him dead by severe heart attack.
Life cannot be assured by anyone. God has written a story for everyone. Date of birth, all important incidences and the date of death. No one can stop it. No one can bring it back.

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