Goelnarendra Goel

“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...

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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.<...

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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 ...

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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 fa...

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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 it...

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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 ...

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