Friday, February 29, 2008


Angana was a motherless child. She was hardly six years old. Unlike her mother, she possessed no extra-ordinary beauty. Her skin was not fair, her cheeks did not turn pink under the hot sun, and she did not have curly locks. She never looked like a li’l princess. She was a simpleton, a plain-Jane in true sense. But what made her different from the rest of the crowd was her pair of eyes. Big-black eyes in the shape of lotus petal. It was where she resembled her mother.

Angana’s father never hated her but never loved her too. He always kept himself busy in his work. He used to leave home early in the morning and come back late at night. Angana was left in the care of Rosa aunty, the caretaker. Rosa aunty was great and loved and cared for Angana a lot. She was only paid for taking Angana’s care but she showered her immensely pure and selfless love on her too. Nobody in this world can take the place of a mother but Rosa aunty at least tried her best to be the substitute.

But what Angana craved was the love of her father. Many a time she used to be awake late at nights just because she wanted to have dinner with him. And used to wake up at dawn just to plant him a good-morning kiss. But all this had always resulted in Rosa aunty getting a big scolding from her dad. Thus Angana had stopped waiting for her dad. But only the darkness of the night knew how she still craved to sleep on her dad’s lap. How she craved to hear stories from him and how she craved to give good-morning kiss to him every morning. (But inside her heart there was a deep faith which still laid unshaken that one day her dad will love her…but no one knows when.)

Angana’s dad was not bad at heart. It was not that he did not want to love her only daughter but he was helpless. Why??? … Because whenever he used to see Angana’s face, it reflected the face of his dead wife to him. He was deeply in love with his wife but what made him almost hate his only child was the death of his wife. Yes…Kangana (Angana’s mother) died while giving birth to Angana. Someway or the other the father blamed her only daughter to be the reason behind her wife’s death.

On one fine vacation, he sent Angana along with Rosa aunty to a sea beach for few days. Two other servants also accompanied them. He did not do this to get rid of his daughter but just to spend some time in seclusion. He was actually tired of ignoring his daughter day and night. He himself wanted to have a day or two off from playing the painful hide-n-seek with his daughter. To be very honest it was becoming quite unbearable for him to see the pain…the never ending wait…and the hopeless hope in his daughter’s eyes.

At the sea-beach Angana loved to walk bare-foot on the sand. While the other children were busy making sand-castles and collecting shells and colorful stones, she kept herself busy in walking bare-foot on the wet sand. She was never interested in building sand-castles …may be because time and circumstances had turned her more mature than the kids of her age…or may be because what she wanted was a home and not a dream-castle. In fact she was more interested in watching the crabs, the turtles, and the insects busy making holes inside the sand. Colorful fishes …unaware of human-existence…playing inside the sea water attracted her more than the colorful shells. She took more interest in observing the birds feeding their small ones rather than throwing stones in the sea water. She loved the wetness and the saltiness of the sea. But her heart used to cry when the sea-waves used to break-down into pieces on colliding with the sea shore. While every body else heard the giggling of the sea wave, she heard the painful cry of it.

On one such fine morning after having her favorite meal- Maggie, Angana came to the sea beach along with Rupu (one of her maid-servant). As usual she was exploring the joy of walking bare foot on the wet-n-cold sea beach. Suddenly something hit her bare-legs. With curiosity she kneeled down to see what it was. Ah! It was a fish bone! … A bluish white colored…fragile fishbone …with two broken bones on the left side…and one red spot on the tail bone. She picked it up with utmost care. Anyone else in her place would have thrown it away or wouldn’t even have picked it up. But she did pick it up in her small gentle hands with great love and care.

“Angu! ...Angu! … Where are you? Come here. It’s already late. Rosa aunty must be waiting for you! ...come! It’s time to go back!”… Rupu’s harsh voice reached Angana’s ears. Along with her harsh voice Rupu also came to the point where Angana was standing with her new found treasure-the fishbone. As soon as she saw Rupu, she hid the fishbone behind her back. But alas! Rupu’s eagle eyes failed to miss that Angana was hiding something from her. “What is it..? Show it to me Angu. … Yak! A fishbone! Give it to me and wash your hands…quick!” …Rupu snatched it from her hand and threw it away…far…far away… no one knows where. Angana’s heart was crying but not a single teardrop fell from her big eyes.

Holding Rupu’s hand she went back to their small and beautiful resort. There she had her lunch and then slept for a while after listening to a story from Rosa aunty.

In the evening, she again went to the beach along with Rosa aunty. But this time only to search that thrown away fishbone…with which she has fallen in deep love in the first sight itself. She went to the same point where it had hit her leg. But where to find it? She glanced a li’l here and li’l there with hopelessly hopeful eyes. Suddenly a flying eagle dropped something few yards away from that point. She went near to that dropped object taking small but curious steps. To her utmost surprise she found that same fishbone was lying there. Yes! The same fishbone! …fragile… bluish-white in color…with two broken bones on the left side and one dark red spot on the tail bone. For a moment she found a long lost happiness at least for a while. As she did not want to take any chance for the second time, she quickly kept it inside the big-fluffy red colored pocket of her white and pink flower printed knee-length-sleeveless frock.

On that night Rosa aunty told her a story on ‘faith’. How faith is more powerful than belief. Words of Rosa aunty rang in her ears again and again--- “beliefs can be broken but faith cant” and “faith can work wonders.”

At last when the darkness enveloped the earth and everybody fell asleep, Angana brought the fishbone out of her big…fluffy…red colored pocket. The fish bone was glowing in the dark. But she was not at all surprised to see the divine glow. The red spot on the tail was looking so mesmerizing, so beautiful on the glowing fish bone. But the glow in Angana’s eyes was a breath-taking beauty. Suddenly Angana closed her big-black eyes and made a wish (no one knows what) holding the fishbone close to her heart. Atlast sleep came to her and took her to a world of dreams holding her li’l hands.

As the vacations were almost over, they packed their bags and left for home the very next morning. The fish bone was still inside her pocket. After reaching home the first thing Angana did was to keep her treasure inside an old pencil box.

In the afternoon she sat to do painting which she loved to do a lot. With her li’l hands she made many untaught childlike strokes. That day she painted ants, crabs, fish, eagle. She painted a pair of yellow kangans. She painted a picture of the rain falling on the marigold flower pot kept on the small aangan. But she did not paint that fishbone and she never did that in her life. (May be because she was bit too possessive about that or may be one knows why...? Throughout her life she safeguarded the fishbone with an eagle eye…with utmost love and care)

It was the dinner time. After giving a kiss dipped in love and innocence to the fishbone, Angana went straight to the dinning room. She was really very hungry and wanted something to eat immediately. Suddenly the door ball rang and father came inside surprising everybody in the house. After washing hands and feet, the father came straight away to the dinning room where Angana was waiting for her dinner. Every body was surprised but nobody said a word… after all no body had the courage to do so and moreover why should they..???

Father adjusted himself on the dinning chair and asked Angana to come and sit on his lap. Angana’s eyes were the mirror to her heart. It reflected the thoughts that were going inside her heart. Her feelings mingled with fear, happiness, shyness, astonishment were getting reflected in her big-black eyes.

Very slowly filled with mixed feelings, she went and sat on her father’s lap. And that night and from then every night her father made his daughter eat from his own hand.

On that night and from then every night Angana slept by keeping her head on her dad’s lap.

She never heard stories from Rosa aunty anymore but from her dad. (although sometimes she goes to Rosa aunty for her stories.)

From then onwards every morning she used to get up early in the morning just to give her dad a good-morning kiss.

On that night and from then onwards every day and night Angana’s face never reflected the face of her dead mother anymore. The dead face was now replaced by a forever smiling happy face of her mother. The big-black eyes of Angana- the only child of her dad now immortalized her mother forever for her dad.

On that night…perhaps that was the only night when tears rolled down from Angana’s big-black eyes and her father caught them in his palm. That night her dad cried too. Nobody stopped each other from crying…because there was so much of solace in crying that night. That night they loved to cry together but that was the only night when they ever cried.

But the faith in Angana’s eyes kept on glowing forever in the same way the fish bone kept glowing forever inside the old pencil box. And the four words of Rosa aunty also always kept on ringing with soothing effect in Angana’s heart…mind…soul… forever and ever:


copyright © 2007 preetilatasarkar

***Dear friends... "The Fishbone" is my first short story that I wrote on 20 Jul’07 at 11:53 pm .. yes I know it's quite a long time. It's my first small step towards the beautiful world of fictions and short stories and i am loving each and every moment of it.

Hope you will like it too.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Just A Scribble.

When dreams shatter, the heart bleeds.
But new flower blooms after every crushing
And spreads the fragrance everywhere.


Sunday, February 17, 2008

Mmmmmmmmm BLESSED !

Falling sick is not always bad…. And I got to know this very recently. Thanks to all these season changes and all, I was so much sick that I didn’t go to college for a full weak. But this time I actually fell in love with my fever…cough and cold. You must be wondering “why?…why?…why?”. Because I got to take my long pending rests….infact I rested so much that I got tired of taking rests…. But what to do in that case….I spent whole lot of time in chatting and doing nothing. :D . Right now my deepest acknowledgement goes to G-talk and YM…because of these I got two more lovely friends. Ok..ok.. thanks a lot to too as this one is the main platform. now four of us rock together. Together we four are stars, mad-angels, gems, dumbis (though someone amongst us doesn’t agree to be a dumbi! :P ) , and what nots.

During these days one more not so old friendship has also gained a new dimension. It has grown sweeter, lovlier, more beautiful, and stronger. That sweet and cute friend of mine never forgets to give me some short-n-sweet dozes of valuable gyaans coated with love and wrapped in care every now-n-then. What I have not told this cute friend yet is that I really love those dozes of gyaans very very much. I actually look forward to listen to them each n every day as these li’l gyaans fills my days with much more meaning and beauty.

What more!.. one of my dearest and nearest friend is getting married that too very soon. she calls me her thakma(grandmom). oyi soooooo happy for you. May God bless you always and all the happiness of this universe be yours.

As if all these happinesses were not enough and thus I was blessed and honoured with so many beautifully encouraging awards from my blogger friends. So now as per tradition I am passing forward some of these awards and trying to spread the happiness every where.

*** Spirit (a damn powerful writter) has blessed me with “A roar for powerful words” Award. Thanks a lot dear, I am honoured and happy too. And now it’s my turn to forward it to five more bloggers who according to me are powerful in there own unique way of writing.

I pass it on to: Sameera, Lena, Divya, Indro, Mel
P.S :Mel I know you don’t accept any awards. But when it came to select a powerful writter I was not able to replace your name with any other name. I am sorry if I have hurt you. But please don’t misunderstand me.

This powerful lion has a cute tail…. Yes I need to write three thing about what I believe are necessary to make writing good and powerful. Gosh! What to do now? … I never thought of it … But the three things that are coming to my mind are: HONESTY, LOVE and RESPECT.
How could our writing be powerful untill and unless we are not able to acknowledge the truth…not honest to whatever we write…to our thoughts and imaginations. Love and respect for writing along with being honest is what I think necessary to make any writing powerful.
You can read the rules for the award here of how to pass it on and such as well as pick up your own copy of the award.


***The next couple of awards are from LENA: Thanks my Lenu-Janu for all your love, support, encouragement and being just a huggs away whenever I need you.
1. You have My Heart Award:

yes lenu…u do have my heart and so do I have yours.
I would love to pass it on to: Sami, Divvu, Arpu, Indro, Spirit

2. Excellent blog award: Shalini and Spirit too gave me this award.
I would pass it to : Sami, Divvu, Indro, Priya, Virtual Rambler, Akila, Noushy, Mann, kalyan.

3. I Love U This Much Award: Huh! Janu... I love you double than this tripple :PI would pass it to : Divvu, Arpu, Shalini, Arthi, Mads, Priencess Heidi, Mann, Sami

4. You Make My Day, 5. Friendly Site, 6. Best Blogging Buddies, 7. Forever Friends: for everyone on my blogroll.


***Next bunch of awards are from Divya: Thnks a lot mera shona divvu. uuuummmmmaaaa :)
1. The giant bear hug:

I would pass it to : Noushy, Sami, Kaylee,Lena, Arpu, Spirit, Akila, Shalini, Arthi, Mann, Mads, Kaushiki, Sandhya, Heidi

2. Cute blogger: Who is more cuter Divvu...Me or You..?? :DI would pass it to: Spirit, Kaushiki, Heidi, Arpan, Sami, Shalini, Sandhya, Lena, Mads, Mann, Akila.

3. Truly Sweet : It's for everyone on my blogroll.


***Now comes Shalini’s Awards: Thanks a lot dear. You never keep yourself behind in encouraging me. I am really lucky to have you as my friend.
1. Break Out Blogger:

I would pass it to : Lena, Naushy, -Xh-, Sami, Akila, Divvu, Spirit, Virtual Rambler, Vikas

2. Interesting Blog: I would pass it to : Sami, Divvu, Shashi, Shashi(doc), Lena, -Xh-, Compassion Unlimited, kalyan.


***Next one is from Noushy:
White Roses Award: May all our friendship bloom like these beautiful white roses.

I would pass it to : Divya, Shalini, Sandhya, Lena, Arthi, Sami, Vikas, Priya, Akila, Mads, Mann, Spirit, Kaylee

God! So much love, appreciation and accolades! Do I actually deserve them? … yes I do… I do… I do deserve them so u all do deserve them…and as u deserve them so please accept these li’l love tokens and spread the happiness everywhere.


Oh! That's not the ennnnnd of it!

The icing on the cake was this new personalized template. Isin’t it breathtaking? God! I just love this new template. It reflects me well. I am wondering Lenu-Janu, how do you know me so well! …The tempu you made for me is “So Much Me”!
Oh! Before I forgt it let me inform you all … “this so-much-me-me-template was made non other than by my dearest-darling-Lenu-janu" :) …. So Lenu-janu here’s come my heartiest Thankies mixed with love, filled with care, coated with best wishes , garnished with kisses and wrapped with dumbiness for YOU. Now please don’t call me a dumbi infront of all… lol…lol…lol :D
Seriously … sometimes fever can be a blessing too…so what it’s in disguise :D

Thursday, February 14, 2008

For Anonymous ;)

I was wandering in this world like an ignorent soul,
Knew nothing about love and life as a whole.
Suddenly.. You came to my life
As quietly as possible
And you touched me...and changed me as quietly as possible.
For me you are not the wild storm
But the pleasant… soft wind
Full of fresh love and cares to the hilt...
You are the sea full of Love and maturity..
I am the free flowing river of emotions lacking maturity...
You are not the rose that can be found everywhere
But some wild rare flower..
That only few can get.
I am the deer... and you are the forest,
I am the bird...and you are the sky,
I am the rain... and you are the cloud,
I am the ray...but you are the sun,
I am the moon ...but you are the nite,
I am the fire....but you are the light,
I am the rock...and you are my strength.
You are the heart...but I am the beats,
You are the life...and I am the soul..
You are the one..who made me believe..
That I am beautiful and as special as a queen.
You are the one..who made me to feel
That my silly heart is also capable of loving.
Thanx for coming to my life as a friend.
Thanx for taking me to the wild wild rain.
Thanx for bringing my real self out.
Thanx for givin me the voice
To shout out loud..
Now I can see that the world is truely beautiful..
And I m as beautiful as the dew drops on the grass..
Now my life is not the same anymore..
Because now I know how to love freely..
Now my heart beats for love...and with love only..
And every beat of mine shouts that

I LOVE YOU ..and..YOU ONLY.....
Wrote this silly poem atleast two years u must have found hell lot of childish elements in it. but still i love the poem so much :D ....cos that's what i am... a big time silly :P
Wish you all a Very Happy Valentine's DAY. :)

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Forbidden… is it?

Can love ever be called forbidden--
Just because from the world
It is kept hidden?

Lips can be sealed
From uttering those three words
But how will you stop
The voice of two hearts?

Tears can dry, visions can blur
But how on earth
Can love ever lose its colour?
The shine can fade,
The shade can pale
But its existence will be there
Inside somewhere.

It can never be expressed

Neither can be shown.
Outside the soul
Can never be grown.
But it will exist
Inside somewhere
Even after death
Forever hidden.
Yet how can you say
It is forbidden?

Who are you to call it so?
When this hidden love is
Not bothering you?

Love is love
No matter what.
Ending on eternity
Starting from forever.


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