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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
- Sprache: Englisch
As a short story collection, this book explores the meaning of life - success and failure, and how they interrelate. People often misplace priority over the two.
This book contains tales of how people go through the webs of life, exploring human experiences with art.
Love is also depicted in some chapters. Love is complex: agonizing, ecstatic, unpredictable, and trying, and serene.
Fiction is also used, but more to induce introspection than to entertain.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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A modern collection of 5 Indian short stories
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichPreface
As a short story collection, this book explores the meaning of life - success and failure, and how they interrelate. People often misplace priority over the two.
This book contains tales of how people go through the webs of life, exploring human experiences with art.
Love is also depicted in some chapters. Love is complex: agonizing, ecstatic, unpredictable, and trying, and serene.
Fiction is also used, but more to induce introspection than to entertain.
Father's Promise
Father's Promise
It was a calm and fresh July morning when I was looking through the gaps of the bel leaves to capture the most perfect image in my D.S.L.R. camera.
Goodness Gracious! ” l exclaimed out of fright; on seeing 'Burobaba' motionless in his only asset; his ‘riksho-gari' .I rushed in to call my mother. She said ‘His pulses are falling I'll call up the ambulance.’
The ambulance arrived within fifteen minutes. The ward boy connected the pipes to the renal region of ‘Buro-Baba's left hand. The fluids kept dripping into his vessels as the vehicle negotiated through the jam-packed road.
“Don't worry, he'll be okay', consoled my mother; even though the same anxiety filled up her mind. ’Baba' is of Bengal origin. He crossed the borders and stepped in our country in search of his lost son. Five years have passed since then. He and his 'riksho-gari’ found eternal peace under the shade our Bel tree.
The ambulance stopped in front of the huge sky building with a placard that ‘Hooghly hospital!
Baba was made to lie on a wheeled patient bed and was immediately taken to the 'Intensive Care Unit ' where the doctors gushed in hurriedly while my mother completed the necessary formalities. Meanwhile, I got a call from my father.
‘Bapi, Buro-Baba, that old man about whom I‘ve been talking to you since the past few months is in a really serious condition. He is in the ICU. Please be at the Hooghly hospital as soon as possible.” I said.
