Thursday, 8 August 2013

Friends...

His son never understood that Dad needed him.
Arun lived all alone.
At 75, Arun started making new friends. They gave him company.  


One of them would arrive at daybreak. He would share with Arun the tales of the world. He was Arun’s favourite.
One would make morning tea for him.
Arun took one of them for his morning walks. He would hold Arun’s palm firmly.
Sitting in the balcony, a friend narrated to Arun little incidents happening all around.
One would sing for him, while another made him laugh.





All his friends were indispensible. The newspaper, the electric kettle, his walking stick, his specs, the music-system and his dentures.  

“This post is written for the 110 Creative Challenge Contest, hosted by Thewhitescape“

And I won: :)

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31 comments:

  1. Unknown8 August 2013 at 06:36

    naaiiice!!

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    1. Parama Ghosh8 August 2013 at 07:26

      Tor Nice-er spelling ekdom amar moto!!
      When I pretend anger, I also saw "OK. Faine."

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  2. Abhishek Mukherjee8 August 2013 at 06:58

    Beautiful. I loved the concept. May the right frame of your blog be filled with more trophies.

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  3. Raj Gaurav Debnath8 August 2013 at 07:11

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  4. Anonymous8 August 2013 at 07:26

    It was predictable-for once!

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  5. Biswa Prasun Chatterji8 August 2013 at 08:42

    beautiful...khub bhalo laglo....darun hoyeche....

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  6. Shreya Mukherjee8 August 2013 at 09:12

    Fata fati... Loved it...

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  7. Raj Gaurav Debnath8 August 2013 at 09:13

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    1. Parama Ghosh8 August 2013 at 11:41

      My gawd!! This is awesome. Hats off.

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    2. Parama Ghosh8 August 2013 at 12:05

      I repeat, I am mighty impressed.

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    3. Raj Gaurav Debnath9 August 2013 at 04:31

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    4. Parama Ghosh9 August 2013 at 10:07

      I am so glad you did. They need as more than we can ever imagine...may be even more than we need them?

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    5. Raj Gaurav Debnath9 August 2013 at 10:41

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  8. Diptee8 August 2013 at 21:07

    This was really beautiful. Really. :)

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    1. Parama Ghosh9 August 2013 at 10:00

      Wrote in a hurry. Head was also blank. I am so glad you liked it even then. Thanks Diptee.

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  9. Iniya9 August 2013 at 01:10

    Wow!!! Lovely, super, brilliant!!!

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  10. Iniya9 August 2013 at 01:11

    Wow!!! Fantastically well expressed.

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  11. Diptee9 August 2013 at 01:57

    This one is a sure winner.

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  12. Sohini10 August 2013 at 22:32

    Lovely story! I follow your blog regularly. I check it up every 2-3 days for new stories. Your stories have a soul-stirring quality about them. Looking forward to a new piece :)

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    1. Parama Ghosh11 August 2013 at 01:46

      Thank you Sohini. You made my Sunday. :)
      Thanks again for reading.

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  13. Tinker Bells11 August 2013 at 22:04

    Brilliant. In love with this post😊

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  14. Unknown12 August 2013 at 22:31

    khub bhalo laglo poRey. shundor.

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    1. Parama Ghosh12 August 2013 at 23:01

      Thnak you, Somnath. Tomar bhalo legeche bole amaro bhallaglo. :)

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  15. Anonymous14 August 2013 at 09:35

    Paramadi,do a book post.
    Tell us about the books you love.

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  16. Anonymous18 August 2013 at 22:15

    It's brilliant as always and very unpredictable. I could guess only 2 correctly: the one who would sing to him and the one who would share with Arun the tales of the world.
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