swarupbhattacharya263
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The woman. The woman. The women with spects, knitting wool in an winter afternoon. Her hands are shaking. She will be seventy very soon. She came to this house, fifty springs before. Then the house was only one storey, with single outdoor. Now... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	2 Views added 2 hours ago	Rating
When I was seculated. When I was seculated. I was seculated, sitting by a window. Only the vast blue, infront of me,stretching very low. Suddenly a bird dropped from the sky. As if it came down from the heaven and sat on window sill. Is it a bird of Eden! ... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	1 View added 13 hours ago	Rating
Emotions. Emotions. I am always down by emotions. Off and on I am pestered by sorrows or pestered by elations. When I am in grief. Tears brim in my eyes. I burst into tear to get relief. When I am in joy. my heart dances like a little boy. ... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	2 Views added 1 day ago	Rating
The sun is his friend. The sun is his friend. A boy under a tree, hanging on a bough. As it is summer now, The sun is very low. The sun is his friend, when it smiles, he runs and runs and making funs. When he floats on water, sun rays kiss on his body. ... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	2 Views added 1 day ago	Rating
Devine love bonding. Devine love bonding. I saw the old lady, sitting infront of her house, feeding the different colourful birds. and the birds were making bedlam chorus. Few birds were sitting on her shoulders, few on her legs and head. The... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 2 days ago	Rating