Memoirs of Dreamers



Madras Mail

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December 5th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Moral , Philosophical , Tragedy , True Stories  |  Author: Mintu Ghoshal  |  399 views

“Gentleman, you have taken my seat”. A young man of around 25 raised his head. He was reading a book in the two tier compartment of the train, saw an old man in his 70s, holding the ticket and looking at him. The man has kept his luggage on the floor and his hand bag on the seat. “The lower berth is mine and the window seat is for the passenger who has the lower berth”, reasoned the old man. “I apologize, it is my mistake”, the young man was …

 

Bipin

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December 2nd 2016  |  0  |  Category: Moral , Philosophical , True Stories  |  Author: Mintu Ghoshal  |  207 views

He was the barber in our village named Rabindranagar. Technically speaking Rabindranagar was not a village until one walked another one third of a kilometer towards the Behala Flying Club and crossed a canal. My father used to call him Bipin and we used to call him Bipinda. On rarest of rare occasion if he ever had to address my mother, he addressed her by “Didimoni” but my mother never called him by any name ever. We used to sit on a brick while he used to cut hair. If …

 

Horse of Arjuna

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November 28th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Inspirational , Moral , Philosophical  |  Author: Mintu Ghoshal  |  204 views

He asked the Charioteer Vasudeva to stop the chariot at one corner of the battlefield of Kurukshetra where he found a stream of water and a piece of land covered with long green grass. He freed the horses from the chariot and took them near the stream. While the animals remained engaged in drinking water from the stream he walked near the grass land, took out the sword from the scabbard and started collecting the softest possible grass for his horses. He carried those on his shoulder and kept near …

 

Emotion on the Mainframe

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November 20th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Jason Gainnie  |  332 views

…..zoom in on the plasma kids jolting thru glitch/Central like neon lazers in evasion of DC Khan and his band of degen cyber-junkies. The frontman is Kirlani, electric eyes routing the coronal discharges of his vision to his custom enhanced data-pod, further enhanced by his memory of the intricate architecture of this sector, uploaded with the complementary aerial layouts. It is by this sight and signal that he has procured quite an extensive knowledge of the legendary glitch of Gravity City, knowing that the next corridor will lead them straight …

 

Tricycle Trial

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November 19th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Simon Bever  |  236 views

“Shhh…we’re going to see Nan.” Ever so quietly, little Sam reached up to the front door on his tip toes and undid the latch. There was a loud click as the door sprung open. He turned, put his finger to his lips and looked straight at me. “Shhh…!” For some reason he’d decided that it was my fault that the latch made a noise – but my little Sam was so cute that I didn’t mind. With the door wide open he took one more furtive look up the stairs …

 

When Hillary Met Donald

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November 18th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Satire  |  Author: Kambro  |  168 views

Sometimes I think back to that inglorious moment when he introduced himself. He was the presumptive Republican candidate, but he kept making idle threats to run as an Independent. He was nothing more than a reluctant Republican to me. I don’t know why he was trying to talk to me. Maybe he thought I could be persuaded somehow to quit, but let’s be real here-I mean, he didn’t really didn’t stand a snow ball’s chance in hell in trying to persuade me, but he was persistent. The guy never gave up. I …

 

The Last Storyteller

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November 18th 2016  |  1  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Khan  |  126 views

Every evening, I return from my office like a tedious idler. The street where I live hails me by a haze of smoke, heat, and noise. The scent of turmeric, wafting from open windows, curls around my nostrils and delicately flows inside my nose and dances downward to bring tingling to my lungs. Mothers call for their children as the light fades and dusk threatens to give way to darkness. A big black cat meandering through the mess with her five kittens rekindles my sense of direction. I stroll down …

 

Piran and Annabela’s Vandalised World

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November 17th 2016  |  0  |  Category: Fiction  |  Author: Biswarup  |  165 views

Piran a young Kurdish chap of 22 the only son of Afrin Nazir and Nora Nazir in search of a better earning came and settled in Cizre a Kurdish south eastern region of Turkey in 1986 a time when enmity between Turk government and kurdistan worker’s party PKK was at peak. In the beginning he took up a job in a fruit store owned by a trader Ardil Hussain of his community who was staying with his wife only as their only son who was a die hard worker of …