Hani Sarma
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PASSIONS OF LEARNING
Nn is struggling to enhance her english pronunciation. She learns that all words have precise sound but no longer everyone can produce the sound accurately or pronounce effectively. Ann is anita but she likes to call herself ‘ann’ like how her tutor daneesh calls himself ‘dan.’ it sounds so english and appropriate. She wishes to speak like dan, so crisp and accurate, so apt and musical. Phrases have magical effect when dan speaks. He tells her, “get the sound right then pass for the words just like the manner a toddler learns a brand new language. You want to reinforce your basics.”
By Hani Sarmaabout a year ago in Fiction
GHOST OF RADIO MURDER
We had been returning after attending a- 3 days- seminar at a famend management institute; the instructional hub became positioned approximately 179 kms from our city. I was using my honda sedan and subhrita, my assistant professor, was sitting within the the front passenger seat. It turned into about 6. 15 pm and the solar was already setting; its orange glow lighting up the a ways end of the sky; the birds were flying away in a flock. At the manner lower back, there was a long stretch of dense wooded area, quite a few kilometers i'd presume. At that point the road became passing via the unbroken wood. Because the drive became long and exhausting, i felt like taking a wreck. Pulling to the side and switching off the engine i looked at subhrita, “can i've a cup of coffee from the flask?“ she nodded and collected the flask from the rear seat. Even as sipping the coffee, i switched on the radio in the car tuning into the nearby fm band. A popular song started out gambling. I was feeling momentarily secure. Subhrita turned into gazing out of the window from her aspect – thick inexperienced woodland was around us performing to engulf us. Time passed. The home bound birds had been chirping but umpteen wooded area noises had been more and more turning into extra audible; many elements of the flora were getting covered within the shadows because of sluggish oncoming of darkness. Coffee over, i was about to start the auto whilst all of sudden the tune at the radio died away; ought to be some signal trouble; silence descended … followed by means of noise of radio static… and then a blood curdling scream… so awful that my senses dulled for a second – the hair on my neck started out bristling; a man’s voice floated in indistinctly, “assist… any person help…. I'm dying…” it ended with a gurgling noise as though the person had been strangulated. Unexpectedly thereafter there has been complete silence. Quickly the music restarted as if there was no interruption. I stared on the radio and then grew to become closer to subhrita, “what become that?” my face confirmed a aggregate of marvel and apprehension. She frowned, “i don’t recognise…some thing very eerie, somebody seems to be in trouble, however how can that voice come via the radio? Let’s pass domestic speedy.” she appeared away acting apprehensive; it become natural. I leaned ahead and fiddled with the radio; everything seemed ordinary. Should or not it's some type of commercial or radio play or it might be a go radio channel? I scratched my head. What have to i do? That incident handed with none further occurrence and we returned domestic approximately an hour later; by using which era darkness had fallen. I would now not have thought about the unusual experience any in addition but for any other incident which passed off about a week later. I was by myself in my automobile that day traveling on the identical highway, nearing the equal region, the most effective difference changed into the time ; it was early afternoon. Someway my sixth sense turned into hinting that some thing will not be right. And that came about. This time exactly similar ghostly phenomenon passed off with the voice trailing, “……. I'm dying… ,” accompanied by way of a gurgling noise. I finished the auto. The sunlight hours of a sunny afternoon made me extra formidable and besides a repetition had ensured that it became no longer a surprising shock. Other motors were plying on the road. I alighted from the car and seemed around. I was not positive what i intended to do besides that i felt that the mystery could be solved here. I had parked the auto on the left side of the road, so it become instinctive that i looked at the forest at that facet. Progressively i started out taking walks internal. Because of the heavy flora a few steps inner significantly curtailed the brightness of the solar and a weird scent hit my nostril. With anything dim light which was percolating through the leaves and branches i saw the floor and discovered that it changed into blanketed with fallen leaves at diverse places; strewn around. A portion of the open ground a bit away on my proper, stuck my eyes. It appeared as if it become dug up after which protected in haste. The location became rather clear in comparison to the adjoining regions. I went ahead searching; all of a surprising noticed that something was sticking out of the loose earth…my god …it become a human finger! At that instant a horrid scene flashed thru my mind. This was a useless frame just under the floor, will be decaying, and the realization turned into apparent … it become an unnatural loss of life … most in all likelihood a murder. I didn’t want any extra mind; simply became and rapidly walked out of the wooded area. My simplest thought become to go to the police station. As i was about to enter the metropolis police station, i saw her coming towards me. I used to be surprised, “how come you are here subhrita?”
By Hani Sarmaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Magical Gift
The nightfall was falling and the night time had prepared its starry fit for the responsibility. Anayah’s residence became embellished with lights, balloons and other fancy things. Visitors started coming there. Today became anayah’s 7th birthday. She become very a great deal excited to reduce the birthday cake which her father had added only a moment ago. Each yr she waits for her birthday eagerly. She often requested her father some silly questions like, ‘ why can’t we've our birthday two times or three times in a yr? Or why don’t we have lesser days in a 12 months in order that we won’t need to wait lengthy for our birthday? ’
By Hani Sarmaabout a year ago in Fiction
Another Shot through Love
The depths of melancholy left her in a mindless kingdom and the whole thing that when seemed crystal clear, paled into the murky waters of unhappiness and the voices that heralded existence, slowly nudged itself into an abyss of an eerie silence! The darkness of the night time made it worse for the guptas as they struggled to come to terms with what had transpired among them and fate. 5 years seemed to stretch like a five hundred years as the as soon as chirpy household held itself together with great trouble thru the as soon as-sweet memories of laughter that helped tether collectively their lives in wish and peace. Mrinal sipped her tea like a dull character as dharam and madhulika looked on…
By Hani Sarmaabout a year ago in Confessions
THE LITTLE ANGEL
The seagulls that sat at the boulders flew away as the waves splashed excessive washing them. I sat at the rocks watching down on the deep sea. The bangs of hair that lay on my round plump face danced inside the sea breeze. I rose to walk again to my hotel room. The rocks have been slippery but i held my toes tight underneath. I found it tough to control my baby red satin nightdress and the open hair which blew within the wind. Returned in my room i discovered an envelope on your doorstep. I opened it to discover a new set of my modern day snap shots. This changed into the 5th envelope that i had received ever considering the fact that i moved into the inn weeks lower back. Whenever i moved out of the room a new envelope of photographs arrived. This time i had made up thoughts to test with the lodge reception. I had reached the reception table whilst suddenly a center elderly man in his early forties interrupted me.
By Hani Sarmaabout a year ago in Fiction
Family Ties
Hurrying out of her sister’s house, thirty year antique hilda walked as quickly as her skinny legs should deliver her, across the garden and to her personal domestic next door. Inside the light of the early morning, she glanced approximately warily, but noticed not anything untoward or suspicious. She burst into the kitchen and located her husband bart digging into an omelette. “come short!” she ordered. She grabbed a rolling pin and left the manner she had entered. Startled, he were given up and followed his spouse out in their domestic. The 2 houses, identical in all respects, have been constructed with the aid of his father-in-law for hilda and her elder sister doreen. They stood next to each different, with no wall isolating the two. The 2 sisters have been simply as inseparable, and with doreen on vacation in kerala along with her husband jack, hilda had promised to hold an eye fixed on things in her absence.
By Hani Sarmaabout a year ago in Fiction
How To Save A Life
The big crowd accumulated below the nondescript constructing within the nondescript neighbourhood became extremely uncharacteristic for that point of the night. Specially, with the light drizzle falling within the ultimate half of-hour. But, nobody had budged. It changed into properly after hours for the tiny cafe nestled in the ground floor of the constructing, however the enterprising indian owner, among the first to have witnessed the drama unfolding above from its very starting – about hours ago – had determined to go away it open, effectively looking ahead to the burgeoning viewing gallery that would soon form. Now, steaming styrofoam cups of too milky, too candy espresso had been in a timely fashion making their manner into the palms of the transfixed spectators. Some of them, of direction, had been there to do their process, or, as a minimum, try to. The police, the paramedics, the firemen; they were all there, ready to move, but now not positive what that next flow ought to be. A few from their ranks have been transferring visitors along, whilst one rotund policeman made soothing noises right into a megaphone, directed above. Several tv crews were also reachable, cameras pointed fixedly above, their reporters speak me animatedly into microphones. The relaxation were the citizens of the neighbourhood, and passer-bys, all drawn into this tableau by way of the inexplicably impossible to resist fascination of an ability tragedy taking shape. Six floors above, perched precariously on the ledge of the constructing’s terrace together with his legs dangling over it, sat the centre of everybody’s attraction. A whisky bottle, half of-complete whilst he had first climbed onto the ledge, and began screaming his intentions to jump off, sat next to him, now empty. For some time now, he had lapsed into silence. His throat felt chafed, his voice became hoarse. This wasn’t unexpected; he had accomplished loads of screaming in the final two hours. Between repeatedly saying his impending suicide, he had also issued warnings to the authorities under. That if everyone tried breaking open the most effective get admission to door to the terrace, which he had locked, he could soar. If the firemen tried extending a crane toward him, he might bounce. Basically, any tries at rescue, and he would jump. Furthermore, he might jump anyway, but he simply wanted a little time, to complete his whisky, and to accumulate his ultimate mind. Now the whisky turned into finished, his mind remained scattered, however he felt ready. A heat bubble of detachment – courtesy the whisky – surrounded him, and he felt insulated from physical ache. It was time, he concept; time to tug the plug on his misery. He closed his eyes, felt the tiny prickle of raindrops on his face for the closing time, and organized to pitch himself forward.
By Hani Sarmaabout a year ago in Lifehack
The Lost World?
It changed into best the 0. 33 day of tuition. I had handiest visible her then, i didn’t recognize anything approximately her, now not even her call! That day the class ended approximately 10 mins in advance. Her car hadn’t but arrived to choose her up, and i used to go through bus. So i just took the opportunity to go as much as her straight and that i asked it: “do you've got any boyfriend?”
By Hani Sarmaabout a year ago in 01
