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    The Seven Shades
    The Seven Shades
    The Seven Shades
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    The Seven Shades

    By Ravi Ranjan Goswami

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     This book contains interesting social stories. These stories are fictional but inspired by the real social conditions. Originally, I wrote these stories in Hindi. Subsequently, I translated and adapted them in English.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRavi Ranjan Goswami
    Release dateMay 25, 2020
    ISBN9781393562191
    The Seven Shades
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    Ravi Ranjan Goswami

    The author is a science graduate,a revenue officer(IRS) by profession,writes poetry in Hindi and fiction in Hindi and English,lives in Cochin,Kerala,India.

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      The Seven Shades - Ravi Ranjan Goswami

      A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

      -Graham Green

      To

      My wife Kesh and daughter Divita

      Preface

      This book contains interesting social stories. These stories are fictional but inspired by the real social conditions. Originally, I wrote these stories in Hindi. Subsequently, I translated and adapted them in English.

      CONTENTS

      1-AGHAST  11

      2-THE MONKEY BUNDAR  25

      3-THE GEOGRAPHY

      OF A HISTORY    32

      4-BREAKUP  39

      5-VALENTINE DAY  51

      6-A DANGEROUS WATCHMAN  58

      7-PROMISE    62

      8-AN UNDELIVERED LETTER  73

      AGHAST

      1

      Aghast

      He was a middle-aged man, talking with the Panwala. The Panwala, a betel leaf vendor, appeared to be acquainted with him. He drew my attention with the secretive way he talked to Panwala and the queer way he looked toward me while talking. There was a look of fear in his eyes. I was standing there at a bus stop. I was in Delhi for a job interview. After appearing for the interview in an office nearby, I was waiting for a bus to go to the New Delhi railway station.

      Perhaps it was not prudent to take an interest in a stranger in an unknown place, but I could not help it. I continued to watch him.

      Suddenly we made eye contact. He came a bit closer to me and started talking.

      He said, Brother, I am too much afraid.

      Before I could respond, he spoke further, What will happen next?

      What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of death? I took him in a jesting way.

      Better if I die, he said. I think too much, but cannot find an answer. What will happen to my life?

      Having said that, he became pensive and remained silent for a while. Then suddenly he spoke again.

      Sir, can you help me?

      I became cautious and apprehensive that he wanted to exact some money from me. I doubted his intentions, but my curiosity about him increased. By his appearance, he was neither looking insane nor a crook.

      How can I help you? I asked. Will you come with me to my house?

      I asked him, Why do you want me to come to your house?

      My soul is telling me that you can help me, he replied.

      AGHAST

      I CONSIDERED THIS: I had feelings of curiosity, apprehension, fear, and compassion. Finally, as has happened too often in my life, my curiosity won me over. I decided to follow him.

      On the way to his residence, I talked to him and gathered some information about him. His name was Harendar. He was working as a clerk in a state government department. He had one daughter named Pummy and three sons: Bunty, Chhotu, and Monu.

      While walking along with him, I was cogitating about the situation, which I might be facing upon reaching his home.

      I did not have much time to think about it; his house was not really far. We reached it in about five minutes. We found the doors open. For a moment, I hesitated to enter his house. He first went inside and asked me, Please come in.

      I entered his drawing room. Three boys were sitting there watching the television, which was set in a corner. They were close to about fifteen, ten, and seven years of age. Upon seeing me, they said, Namaste, with folded hands. I responded in the same way. The two younger boys went inside. The eldest went to watch TV.

      Harendar persuaded me to sit in a chair away from the TV and drag a chair to sit opposite me. I looked all around. The room was small, but neat and comfortable. There were hanging calendars and photos of various gods, goddesses, and heroes on the walls. The room had two windows opening toward the road in front of the house. There were no curtains at the front door and windows. There was a door backside opening into the inner portion of the house. This door had a drape. Above this door, there hung a pendulum wall clock

      He was just sitting quietly, looking at his palms.

      Suddenly he jumped off his chair. Looking at the wall clock, he asked his son, Has Pummy come?

      No, His son answered.

      He looked very concerned and worried. He said, She should have come by now.

      He went to the door, looked outside, and came back to the chair.

      I was feeling awkward. I was unable to justify my being there in his house for whatever cause. There was no strong reason for my being there except that the long period of my unemployment had given me a sense of being in a state of permanent leisure. I had nothing urgent to do and nowhere to go. I was a free man. He produced suspense with his unusual demeanor and talk, and I accompanied him there to know the reality behind his personality.

      Unexpectedly, he said, What do you think? Can the government catch the terrorists?

      Before I could say anything, he continued speaking, "Nothing can be done sir. They come like shadows,

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