The old man went back to his small kitchen and brought back plates and glasses. Then came back with a plate of Dosas, scrambled eggs with green chilies, and small cups filled with milk tea for each of them.
"Please don't bother," Ronjon spoke on their behalf.
An old man, two tall young men, and a petite lady in between them walked into a spice store. Monojit pulled a basket at the entrance.Old man Abhik started the lesson. "Masala is the soul of Bengal food. And the food is the soul of Bengal." Abhik rounded a shelf full of spices packaged by a kilo in a variety of colors. With just a glimpse, the spices created an image of a rainbow in the customer's eye, inviting them to come closer to buy.He picked a dull brown ground spice. "Cumin… hmm, cumin is a saucy whore. Gives you great pleasure, but she herself is unquenched. So be careful. Use it sparingly." He winked at the two men. Monojit and Ronjon looked at Asha, afraid if she understood the double meaning of the words. The girl gave them a clumsy smile.Ronjon shook his head and took the pack from Abhik's hand and laid it in the basket. He felt he had to explain to Asha to avoid her misunderstanding about that mischievous wink from the old man. She might think he was promiscuous and freq
Ronjon went back to work and left the three. The elder let her try mixing her own spices. She showed the old man her first mix. Abhik just took a quick sniff and cringed, throwing everything to the garbage."How do you know it wasn't good?"
Asha clasped the note on her chest as warmth filled her. She couldn't comprehend why, but she knew she was really happy. The rose's relaxing scent spread throughout the small netted place, encouraging her to pick up the flower itself. Somehow, anxiousness mixed in between this blissful moment was like the rose’s thorn plucking a thread from the silk pillowcase.
The sun was high above the sky. Ronjon paced up and down, as he waited for Asha, hoping all hopes to hear her sweet yes before he leaves to work. But to his dismay, she remained in her room until the time was up. He thought of going to her room but controlled himself. Rather, he told the housekeeper he’d be back for lunch.While Ronjon pondered inside her room, A
The kiss was sudden, so was the parting. Asha pushed him away after the kiss. "Excuse me, I… I need to close the window in my room." She ran to her room, closed the window, and put the curtain in place. Ronjon followed and waited for her to look back at him, but to his disappointment, she didn't. Her arms wrapped around her while her back on him."I said in my n
Abhik, Ronjon, and Asha walked into an elegant restaurant filled with foreigners' dining. They chose a table at a corner. The dining hall was British in always: chandeliers, wine glass, spoons, forks, table knives, table napkins, champagnes, waiters wearing white long sleeves and bow, cushioned chairs, and a grand piano with a pianist playing foreign instrumental songs.
Monojit sat in silence, but ready to blow like a volcano at any minute. When he arrived home, his mother was the one who greeted him and his father avoided him.Monojit laid his body on the bed, but couldn't find rest. He sat at the edge, head down, and his palms propping his head. "What is going on? Why father won't talk to me? Even Ma won't say a word. Oh my god, thi
Ronjon waited in Harry's office for the files archived in the court for Ninu Das' death sentence. An hour after, Harry came back with a single paper in hand and handed it to Ronjon."Read it."