Category: English Compositions
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BLOG À LA TWINKLE KHANNA: EPISODE 3
For the third Sunday in a row, Twinkle hasn’t published. She doesn’t know I suppose that a daft old man has lost his lonely way in a desert where not even a mirage of a Twinkle column … well, … um, … err … twinkles … if you know what I mean … Sometime ago,…
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A Chance Encounter with Eternity
… One morning, as I was trying miserably to concentrate on my books, I heard sounds that appeared to emerge, not from the direction from which they usually did, but from my immediate neighborhood. A man was singing it seemed in the ground floor flat of the building right next to ours. I peeped out…
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Nisheeth-babu: Small Man in a Large World
There is a proverb in Bengali which, translated, runs, While Emperors and Kings merrily fight, The small fries suffer a dreadful plight! The words conceal deep wisdom, as amply borne out by the treatment life meted out to Nishith-babu. Nisheeth-babu sold books, but he was more of a hawker than a seller.
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Dr. Sudhir Kumar Das Gupta – An Obsequy
The river of life, like any other river, flows forwards. And by the time it reaches its estuary, it is often difficult to figure out where it originated. This is not true of mighty rivers, such as the Mississippi or the Nile or our own Ganges. But there were endlessly many smaller rivers that had…
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That Cloud
Don’t pamper, or that cloud will surely Perch atop the crest.Will it thaw, or budge an inch,However much you request?It won’t melt, oh no, it won’tTotter from the peakFrozen aloof in vain conceitWill its feet on earth e’er rest! For thirsting birds and ploughed fieldsIt won’t send a drop of rainOnce snowy white it turns…
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Golden Bay
golden bay oh golden bay shining, deep blue, silent grey …
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Bridge (#WordPrompt)
Halfway across the bridge he stood And began to scratch his head Wondering, whether in wisdom …
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Changeless Change
cloudless, bright blue, summer sky had loomed on Monday, this no lie. The selfsame sky in spotless blue …
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Mirth from Perth
Monsignor Mirth – a resident of Perth,Grinned as he said – he came to this earth,To dine on frankfurters,With pickled olive starters,And pineapple tarts – to add to his girth. Monsignor Mirth – says he’s found no dearth,Of his chosen foods – in markets of Perth,In sleeveless undershirts,He dances as he squirtsRed wine in a…
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