Category: English Compositions
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Letter
there was a wise old man in Kampalawho could not spell Vyjayan—thimalaso he never wrote her a letterwhich he believed was betterthan misspelling Vyjayan-thimala in Kampala
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Fatal
there was a grand old dame in Natalwho didn’t quite believe in the fataluntil a puma one dawngrowled on her lawnand chased away the grand dame in Natal
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Cure
there was an old man in Bosniawho knew how to cure insomniabut he was asleep all dayand at nights too drunk to sayhow to cure insomnia in Bosnia
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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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A KALEIDOSCOPE WORLD 