In our hi-tech, virtual world where blogs, tweets and e-mail rule, is there place for a good old-fashioned story lovingly told? Seduced by smart phones and I-pads, TV and laptops, can we still revel in a classic, slowly unfolding story – and that too on a blog?
The stories we read and the stories we write help shape us and create the scaffolding for our world. So let’s end this year with a beautiful piece of fiction by the great Bengali writer Leela Majumdar – a story about love, compassion and humanity.
Browsing: bengali literature
It’s been more than a year since I moved to Gurgaon, India, from the US. While my routine still is very similar to what it was in Connecticut, social life in India has created a drastic change in the quality of my days. And with that one single change my life has transformed in entirety.
It was raining friends in the city of Delhi and Gurgaon; the excitement and anticipation of their visits is peaked because of the stories they carry with them enriching my knowledge in the process. This occurrence reminds me of the folk tales in Bengali literature called “Thakur Mar Jhuli”. Am I becoming the “Thakur Ma” (paternal grandmother) with the sack of stories then?