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“Sunahri” by Goelnarendra Goel

Submitted to Contest #45

Sunahri“What kind of name is this? Just look at her. Does she even look ‘sunehri'?”Savita aunty was talking to her mother, and she clung nearby. Barely five years of age. Sunahri idling away under her mother's doss overheard her mother answer hesitantly. “What's wrong with her name?”It was a very beautiful name as far as Sunehri could discern. And it sounded more the mellisonant when her mother called her with this name.’ Su-na-hari’, syllable by syllable, lyrically. But today for the first time, unfortunately, because what she just now...

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“Dreams Of Scent” by Goelnarendra Goel

 Note 1 this story has many hidden and subtle clues.Try to find them and it will be fun reading.Note 2 Three different ends have been provided. Everytime you read a different end,read the last para again.else it loses the flavour.Dreams Of ScentThe day could not be any longer for him.It just didn't seem to end .His body was too fagged and his mind even more weary. He crossed the road,rather dangerously, and dived towards the footpath. Along which lay an assortment of buildings which stood like match boxes stacked on each other.Some...

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“And Life Goes On” by Goelnarendra Goel

Submitted to Contest #28

And Life Goes On Among many belief systems around which I try to weave my life, notable         ones are, belief in oneself, faith in The Supreme and the confluence of these two. in simpler words to  connote, Whatever happens to me ,it's always for my good and good I make out of of whatever happens to me.This dogma was not with me from beginning and the early years just went past juggling with thick and thin of life.Never had the sapience to know how to cope. As a part of growing up ,speaking experientially,on refl...

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“Romeo MUST DIE” by Goelnarendra Goel

Submitted to Contest #27

Romeo Must DieRomeo was too proud of himself. It showed in the way he walked, strutted, rock jumped and in the way he barked. He was the apple of the eyes for his masters.his scooting was very laughable and his barking adorable.In fact, he became the pride and joy of the house, the moment he set his paw in. He came to Aryan when he was around 25 days old. The household was quite discordant and fractious, and there seemed to be islands of people with little communication. His father was overworked and used to return from office very late, qui...

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“MUSIC STRIKES BACK” by Goelnarendra Goel

Submitted to Contest #26

Wars can never bring any good for any country, it's people and their art among them. In August 1971, Narayanganj, Situated on the outskirts of Dhaka, a place small enough to be missed easily on the map but still managed to engrave itself in the history of Bangladesh, erstwhile Pakistan. It got its present name after the battle of Plassey when a religious leader leased this town from East India Company and endowed it in turn for the service of God ( Narayan). It was the first half of 71’, the place was rife with atrocities of the Pa...

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“Blue monday on 1st Jan” by Goelnarendra Goel

Looking at the rapidly changing scenery from the window, listening to   Ghulaam Ali ghazals, having a bag full of banana wafers ,all by myself,I mused at the deliciousness of them. lost completely in enjoying each and every wafer and occasionally licking my fingers so as not to waste any of it.in this divine moment of rapture I heard voice of my friend and it appeared to come from far off,when actually he was sitting just beside me ,driving."what are  u thinking?""What?" “What what?”“C'mon u know .what what”“Oh!”.  I comp...

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