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One couple with their little son were living happily in a house. One day the wife found some almonds in a jar on the kitchen shelf. It was almost forgotten, kept deep behind. The wife was quite health conscious. She always used to prepare foods with less oil, less spice. She used to control and monitor her husband's food habits also. Drinking a lot of water was a must-to-do daily routine for that couple. The wife was quite happy with this sudden discovery. She did not want to keep those almonds untouched anymore and want to empty the jar. It was late evening. The wife took a bowl and put all the almonds in that. Then she poured some water into it. Somewhere she read that soaked almonds are good for health. She did not want to miss the chance and waited for the next morning to come. The next morning, the husband woke up first with the same daily habit of reading the magazine for some time. Meanwhile, he felt little hunger and rushed to the kitchen casually to find someth

Author: Sham Saha Dated: December 06, 2011 How many times have you felt dejected when God has not fulfilled your wish? I am going to tell you a tale which is based on wish. I know Arpan since my childhood – since those days when we used to fight over rare and expensive TinTin Comics available in a small town, since those days when we used to fight for the best place in classroom just around the single ceiling fan in a class of 61, since those days when we were in impish deed like ringing door bells of any house and used to run away from the spot.  Still we were best friends and had close-nit bond. Those days remain yearning forever. After we passed school, we were not in same place. Things had changed. I got opportunities to study in Metropolis and left my small town. Still we were in touch. My best hang out had been always with him when I was at my home in vacation. The only change I saw in him, that he was quite reserved to share his personal matters, otherwise he

Author: Sham Saha Dated: October 24, 2010 I was standing just behind the platform tea stall. It was platform no 6. Station was crammed full as compared to other days. This station is too big. You can go at any end of the nation from here by train. But here on this platform people were waiting for local train. Suddenly my eyes halted on a just passed high school boy. At least his body language was describing that itself. He was sitting on a bench with a black bag in his lap. He was not doing anything but kept his chin down. I could not read his face properly, but noticed that he was shaking his legs. He might be tensed of something or simply impatient. Then I saw, he took out a piece of paper from his bag and wrote something on it. While writing on the paper, his face turned nearly red and hand was wobbly. Anyway, I could only assume either he was tensed or sick. Meanwhile, an announcement on air – “Train to Kashipur will be on platform 6 in five minutes”. Train was not on time -

Author: Sham Saha Dated: April 24, 2010 Eve sent the following mail to Adam. Actually she forwarded this mail she received in a chain. It was decorated by witty caricature also. Now let us see what the content of the mail was To IMPRESS a Girl Cuddle her Caress her Love her Comfort her Protect her Hold her Spend money on her Wine and dine her Buy things for her Listen to her Care for her Stand by her Support her Compliment her Respect her Honour her Go to the ends of the Earth for her. To IMPRESS a Boy JUST SMILE ONCE AND HE'S YOURS The mail ended here. Now what comes in your mind? You may have grin on your face, may be you have found it quite realistic and funny too. Now let us see what exactly Adam replied to Eve’s mail I AGREE …….I REPEAT I AGREE…. You know what!!!!! Actually, sometime a Girl is so DUMB that a Boy needs to do A to Z to let her understand that he cares for her. But, see in case of Boys. They always take less time to und

Author: Sham Saha Dated: March 22, 2010 SHE: Hi HE: Hi SHE: So finally you have sometime for me. HE: Don’t you think we talk quite frequently? SHE: Yep and you are doing a great help to me by that, isn’t it? I’m so grateful to you dear! He: What’s wrong? Anything happened? SHE: Why do you think something has happened? HE: I think you are not fine right now. Let’s talk later. SHE: This is your habit of leaving when I talk to the point. All men are escapist. HE: You want to talk to me or not? SHE: If I say “No” I know you’d happily leave. HE: What's the matter? SHE: You know what? Sometimes I wonder why I am talking to you. I am forced to believe what my friends say about you to me. HE: How come your friends talk about me? They don’t know me. SHE: Do I know you? Atleast they have open eyes. And I live with closed eyes. HE: Ok ok…May I know the real matter now? SHE: Do you really CARE? HE: What’s wrong? Why are you behaving this way? SHE: Did I

Author: Sham Saha Dated: October 03, 2009 Of course I have some identity, but I would like to introduce myself as an Invisible Camera, peeping in other’s life. Last year, my focus was on a young boy from a nearby slum. After few days of observations, I reached to a conclusion that the poor lad was a courier boy, running a family of 6 including his sick and handicapped father. I also did not miss to notice that the boy used to come out from slum at 8 in the morning and used to return at 8 in the evening. And on some odd days he used to stand still before the City Art School raising his head aloft. May be, he wanted to be a painter, an artist or whatever but life had left him no choice except becoming a courier boy. Anyway, everyone should have a dream, but in his case I assumed his dream was dim and literally dammed up, of course poverty was the sole reason. How could he be a painter? I heard there were lot of expenses studying in that Art School and a bright future is not alw