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Too Small Too Big - A Short Story

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  Too Small Too Big     "What", exclaimed Salamuddin. He could not remain composed after hearing from Jalal the illness of his father, Karim. They lived in the village Lakshmipur. There Karim lived with his family - wife, a son and two daughters, Reja and Jimi. Karim was a carpenter. On the other hand, Salamuddin lived with his parents and grandparents. His father Aminuddin was a farmer.     Aminuddin was very labourious. He worked in his land throughout the day. His breakfast, lunch and evening meal were served in the field. He only would eat his dinner at home. Though totally unconcerned of the world affairs, Aminuddin kept his family very happy. While Karim was a lazy person. He did not like to work. Other members of his family lived on his hard-earned money that pained Karim. So selfish he was. He sold all the jewellery that his wife had. Poverty and hunger were always present in Karim's family.     Jalal's mother often had a quarrel wit...

Home vs House - A Short Story

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  Home vs House      "My home has turned into a house", said Tipathi. He said this to his friend Rajashi. Both grew up together in the village Tataphuli. It was a medium size village with nearly 900 people of different castes and professions. But there was one thing common among the villagers - they loved their village. Like all other villages jealousy, quarrels, superstitions dwelt there. In spite of that the villagers were happy. The children were the most happy because there were plenty of playing places, like fields, gardens, temples, ponds etc.      Both Tipathi and Rajashi played a lot with other children in their childhood. They were the best friends. Tipathi's father was a labourer. His family consisted of his parents, his grandmother, his two brothers and a sister. On the other hand, Rajashi lived with his parents. He was the only child. Both of them read in the nearby school.       Tipathi was good in education while Rajas...

Election Benevolence - A Short Story

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  Election Benevolence       "He is a candidate in this election", said Rahimul. Rahimul lived in the village Karimpur. It was a fairly large village, nearly 500 families lived there. The main occupation of the villagers was agriculture. Besides a few practiced other professions, like retail-shop, politics, construction business, bakery etc. Almost all types of houses were visible there, from hut to sky-rocketing buildings.    Rahimul's family consisted of his father, his wife and two children. He had a three-room pucca house. By profession he was a teacher. He taught in the local Primary School. The environment of his village was nearly peaceful, only the local festival and election-times made it restive. Kamal, a resident was known to be a peace loving person. He was a grocery items retailer. Almost every villager had good relation with him. That benefited him a lot. All preferred to go to his store. Kamal's business grew for his behaviour.    ...

Hell of Progress - A Short Story

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Hell of Progress     "That was my first hell of progress", said Muthaiya, a District Magistrate. Muthaiya was working as the District Magistrate of Naserpur district. He was widely known throughout his district for his educational work. Surprise visits to educational institutions - both Government and Private, weekend free coaching class, help to meritorious students - all these made Muthaiya a legend.      But Muthaiya's childhood was very humble. He belonged to the village Marakka, a very remote village. His father was a small grocery shop owner, his mother was a home-maker. He had a sister, namely Maithili. Though their financial condition was not well, yet his parents laid great emphasis on their learning. Muthaiya still could remember the incident of his first school going. He loved the games he played with other village boys. On the very day he was playing with marbles in the village background. His mother went to call him, but he did not listen. She kept ...

Price Of Behaviour - A Short Story

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  Price Of Behaviour      "Where do you your parents live now", asked Makim to Srinath. Srinath was the elder son of Bhola, a village merchant. Bhola lived in the village Nitaipur. In the village he had a large grocery store. His income was decent, so his family was well-off. His wife Rekha, Lila and Mina- his two daughters, Sibal and Srinath- his to sons consisted his family. Rekha was a housewife. She was gentle and good looking as she was known. Lila and Mina were 13 years and 15 years respectively. Sibal was 11 years and Srinath was 9 years. All of the four children were students. They were reading in the nearby High School, namely Nitaipur Progressive High School. There childhood was secure in every respect.             That was the condition 10 years ago. After 10 years everything changed. Lila and Mina were married to distant dltowns and they were happy. Sibal turned 21 years and was about to be married. Affter much search Shital,...

How Are You - A Short Story

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  How Are You       There was a Shiva Temple in the village Trishipur. It was a fairly large village. Almost all sections of people lived there. Their occupations were also different. Rama lived in the village. He was the son of a cobbler. His father was following his family profession. Rama had two sisters. All of them were reading in the local high school. He was good in education.        The temple of their village was the heaven to the Children. They used to play there throughout the day. In the compound, there were many fruit trees, like mango, berry, guava etc. They were the main attraction to the children. Besides, children liked the flower-trees very much, not for their sweet smelling flowers but for their plays. They used to climb on the small bush-like flower-trees and played interesting games. Rama's favourite place was the garden. The huge banyan tree was the main shelter of the villagers to escape the heat of summer. In short, the tem...

Poverty and School - A Short Story

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  Poverty and School         "Amma, I am going to school", said Sempa. Sempa was a student of class VIII. She lived in the village Dinapur. Her family consisted of her parents, a grand-father and a brother. Her parents worked as farm labourers. It was a lower-class family where sign of poverty was potent. Sempa read in the Dinapur High School. As was the condition of her family so was of her school. It did not have enough teaching and non-teaching staff. Two locally arranged did the non-teaching works. A few contractual teachers were also engaged.        The school building was dilapidated. Most of the students of the school belonged to lower-class. In the lower section, the attendance was moderate, but in the higher section it was meagre. The reason was grown-up boys used to go to the town to earn. So, girl-enrollment was higher. Sempa used to go to school with other girls on bare foot. She did not have slippers, unlike most of the children...

Lazy Man - A Short Story

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Lazy Man           "He is living on his ancestral property", said Biren. He said this about Sudhir, the son of late local zamindar. Biren's locality was Shivapur, a semi-urban village. Almost all the amenities of the modern life were available there. There lived a zamindar by the name of Samar. He was well-known for his anti-people activities. His ancestors acquired wide area when the Britishers left India and Samar Babu wided that with his cruel attitude. He used to lend money to the villagers on high interest and having failed to repay that he acquired their land. Thus two-third land of the locality belonged to him.             The people could not but endured his inhuman behaviour as he had many and man-power. Samar Babu's wife died after giving birth to their only son Sudhir. There was a rumour that the zamindar had relation with many women were bound to him by debt. As was the father so was the son. He surpassed his father in e...

Dirty Politics - A Short Story

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 Dirty Politics     "None is by them now. They are the victims", said Samar Nath, a school teacher. He lived in the town called Nawabganj. Nimtala Primary School was his workplace. It was given such name as the school was in the village Nimtala, nearly 45 km from Nawabganj.     Samar sir used the local train to reach his school. To speak of the school, it was a well decorated pucca building. It had five rooms, a large courtyard,a large tree and a pleasant environmental. The students loved their school for the pleasant environment that the teachers created with their efforts. Samar sir was the headmaster of the school. He loved the village children most as he knew the disadvantages that a village child faced having belonged to a village background. His loving and gentle nature made him very dear to the children as well as to the villagers.     Suren, a villager, caught Samar sir,s attention most as his children would read in the primary school and ...

Greed - A Short Story

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  Greed     "Money matters", said Balakrishnan. Balakrishnan was a farmer who lived in Pattali village. The village comprised of many castes, like tikku, pela, nima, saga etc. Among them tikku and pela were the dominant castes. The Tikkus liked the politics. Almost all the political posts were held by them. On the other hand, pelas were the business-class. They disliked politics as it involved corrupt practices. But in reality, they did not get opportunity to enter politics. The nimas and sagas were minority classes and were mainly involved in wage-works.           Balakrishnan belonged to the saga caste, Tirumala belonged to nima, while Nata and Bati belonged to tikku and pela castes respectively. Bati was a businessman. He would run a large store-business. Having familiar with the business techniques from childhood, Bati knew how to make profit in business. His income grew day by day. But as his business grew so also his greed.    ...

Rain Halt Food Halt - A Short Story

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  Rain Halt Food Halt          "The ground-water level has decreased", said Pritam. Pritam was a farmer. He lived in the village Panishal. His family consisted of his old parents, his wife and three kids. Cultivation was the main source of his livelihood. Pritam had two bighas arable land. His income was not much, but it provided them abundance to eat. Occasionally he used to work in others' land also. That added to his income. Pritam was living happily with his family as their demands were less. They, like other neighbours, just wanted two meals a day. That was all. So, they were Happy.            Days passed. Population increased. The surrounding gardens of his village were wiped off to meet the increasing demand and the material greed of the people. There was a large tree in the temple of his village. That too was felled for its wood. Pritam saw his village increasing in size year by year. His village which had 50 families, ...

Childhood Lost - A Short Story

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  Childhood Lost              "Play all day" - that was the life of Kakoli when she was a mere child. Kakoli lived in the village Shyamapur with her parents. It was a remote village. Except the ration dealer, none of the village had a pucca house. The villagers were decreased into poverty. Like all other children of the village, Kakoli's childhood was very happy. She used to play all day long. No work only play - that was her life. She was a sweet-looking child. Everyone of her village, even the ration dealer, liked her for her sweet appearance and too sweet voice. Whenever she saw an elder, she would run towards them and start talking. How much busy they might be, villagers preferred to talk to her.              Days passed. Kakoli was admitted to a distant school. Then she felt their poverty. A few children use to go to school in good dresses, but Kakoli and her friends wore mediocre dresses - not noticeable,...

Nothing Is Impossible - A Short Story

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  Nothing Is Impossible               "Now I am happy", Niraj said to his wife,Mirja. Niraj bought a large house. There was enough money in his bank account. He did not have to think twice before purchasing anything. But the situation was not the same before. Though he was doing a job, he could not save any money. All his salary was spent on his bank EMI, insurance policy and family expenditure. He could not even take his family for an outing. Life was a torture to him.           He lived in his parental house with a large family. There was no privacy, no mental peace. He had to bear all the family expenditure. He filled that he was living to work. But he had great desire in his heart and great mental energy. From childhood, he was hard-working, that attitude ignited the fighting mentality in him. He always searched ways to increase his income. He found various, like YouTube video making, blog posting, affiliate mark...

Think Big - A Short Story

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  Think Big              "Everyone knows what to do but few do", said Kamal to Bimal. Bimal was a very wealthy man. He lived in the village Rishipur. But he was born and brought up in a poor family. His father Ramu was a cobbler.Sima, his mother was a housewife. He had two sisters - Rima and Nisha. The seldom got three-time food a day. Breakfast was a dream to them. Yet Kamal had ambition. Bimal was his best friend. They often used to take a brisk walk. During that work, Kamal used to say him, "One day I will be very rich." Bimal wanted to know the way. Kamal used to say by working hard.            Years passed. After their school education, Bimal went to read in a city college but Kamal had to stop his study like his sisters. His father bluntly told him that he could not afford the cost of his higher education. Kamal also knew that his father's income was not enough to maintain his family and bear his educational ex...

Reality of Family - A Short Story

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  Reality of Family               "None is happy", consoled Hari himself. Hari was a man of 30 years. He was living with his family in the village Ketupur. His family consisted of his parents, his wife Shital, his two kids and his sister and her to kids. They had financial freedom, but no peace in the family. His parents were the worst kind of People ever lived. The situation was very beautiful in the beginning when Hari was a bachelor. He earned decent income and bore all the expenses of the family.                Hari used to give all the salary to his mother, who spent all without thinking of the future. Even she did not think of her daughter's marriage. His father was a bastard who only thought of his own comfort. A very lazy person he was. He stopped working when Harry got the job and threw the whole family on Hari. So, when his elder sister Nila attained 25 years, Hari asked his mother, "Mother, how m...

Malign Greed On Nature - A Short Story

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  Malign Greed On Nature               "Nature is taking its retribution", said Mani. Mani was a man of 36 years. He lived in Manipur, a little village. The village was known for its fruit gardens and playgrounds. There were fruit gardens in the north, to the east and the north-west. The fruit garden on the south covered the whole south border. The summer season was then a very pleasing time. There were abundance of fruits to eat. Besides, some fruits were found throughout the year. There were four playgrounds to the south-east and south-west, in the north and the centre of the village.               The village was a pleasing place for the people, especially the children. Then people used to be very simple and selfless. Mani lived in the village from birth. He loved the gardens, the playgrounds, the calmness and the pleasing atmosphere of his village. The Shiva Temple of the village was another attraction ...

A Worm In A Fruit Basket - A Short Story

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  A Worm In A Fruit Basket                     There was a village called Khuspur. It was by the side of the river Taral. The main occupation of villagers were farm-work. Some had land and some worked in the lands. Everybody in the village was very happy with their family. The had little demand, low expectation and no education. Any ill-habit was unknown to the villagers.                But after one year of the coming of the family of James, the village turned into a most notorious one. The people involved in coquetry, extra-marital affairs, bidi and wine became known to everyone here, especially to the male. There were frequent quarrels in almost every family. Karim still remembered the past happy times and felt sad for the present. He said that the change started when the family of James came there. James was a rascal. Besides, he was very lazy person. He did not like to work and he liked h...

All Parents Are Not Parents - A Short Story

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  All Parents Are Not Parents                 "She had bad future but her parents spoilt that", said Dayal sir. Saheli lived in Rashikpur village. It was a moderate village, not enough large not small. Every facility was available there in terms of communication, treatment, education, employment etc. Saheli's family consisted of her parents - Narin and Champa, her three brothers - Ritesh, Haren and subal. Her parents were farm labourers.                   From childhood Saheli was good in education, so she got the attention of the teachers and villagers. To support her family she started doing tuition from class VII. She used to teach up to her own class. The income from tuition helped her family a lot. But she had no value to parents. Her father was a rascal, drunkard. He only thought of his own comfort. Her mother was the worst kind of women the world ever produced. To her, girl child was a ...

A Waste Life - A Short Story

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  A Waste Life                  "Amma, I want to go to another state to earn much." Jakira still remembered that and wished that had she not given her consent. Jakira was a middle aged widow woman, a mother of three children. Jamal was her elder son, Madhuli - a daughter and Namaz, the youngest son. Her husband died when she was to give birth to her third child. Jamir was her husband. He died of mulnutrition. His death was a bolt from the blue for her. So, after two days of her childbirth, Shakira had to start working as a labourer to feed her children.           Jakira was then just 25. The name of her village was Adharkhana. As the name so was the condition of the villagers. Their destiny was in dark. No education came there, the roads were muddy. The mud-huts suggested that the government left them in the hand of destiny which was too cruel. The village seemed to be labour-factory. After attaining the age of ...