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"Chatterjee moshai looked at the pages on his almanac. "The festival of Ambubachi is going to go on till 9:57. The rain won't let up before that." "Oh my!" said Binod, the lawyer. "How do we get home, then?" Bangsholochanbabu was the host. Scratching his chin...

"A steady downpour lined the margins of the open sky. Grey clouds reared their heads out into the open. It had been raining for close to fifteen days by then; a long, tireless stream of liquid memory: constant and continuous. It had been two long days since Khudiram Bhattacharya's house saw...

"Paresh babu has come across the Philosopher's Stone. The secondary details of this event—such as when he found it, where he found it, how he found it and whether other such stones can be found—are utterly irrelevant. Just listen to my story...." Rajshekhar Basu, or Parashuram...

"It had started again. That daily hullaballoo over the old broken flute. It was an ancient relic. Ailing, a memory of brass. The tip was fractured, the holes were uneven cavities; the time had come to dispose it off, out, near the garbage dump. The reason as to why Sulekha, the youngest...

"The evening was approaching. Nanda babu was on his way home, travelling past Hogg Market. While passing Beadon Street, his ride slowed down a little. They were tailing a bullock cart, and his neighbourhood crossing lay just ahead. Just then, he noticed his friend—Banku—walking out of...

I was still little then. A child of eight. "We'll marry you off to Atul," my grandmother used to say. I grew up at my uncle's—my father was a ghawrjamai; he used to live at his in- laws. Of course, I realised this equation much, much later. "Atul was the son of one of my...