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Originally posted by: -pranjal-

Loved the start dear ,,,,,superb 👏 👏

Keep posting ...waiting to read more 😃

Originally posted by: DiehardYMfan

thank you once again jalis..

You know you are my inspiration..😃

and this is just the prologue...

well about dharti being guy's name...you need to find out more and will have to wait till then...😊

Originally posted by: jaisyjazz

😲 I INSPIRATION when i read ur comment i was shocked main kisiki inspiration kaise ho sakti hun really dont flatter me so much sourya 😆 thank u so much but aise mat kaho yaar main embarass ho rahi hun 😳

update soon 😃

Originally posted by: .Sarita.

when will u update

Originally posted by: DiehardYMfan

<div></div>there has been an accident on the sets and shooting got delayed but I will post after 6th maybe...

That Day,New York

She woke up from the bed with the most terrible headache. Her vision had not steadied and she could hardly see things. A layer of mist had enveloped her eyes. She felt so helpless that she wanted to cry! People who had known her would obviously dismiss it as a joke on the behalf of the writer because she and crying just did not gel together!

With closed eyes, she fumbled for her phone and on finding it on the side table , instinctually dialed that one number for which neither did she require eyes nor a perfect timing.

"HELLO DEAR" the voice on the other side sounded amused.

"Kya hua??Itna daat kyun dikha raha hain?" she was visibly irritated.

"Bas yun hi.Tera chehra imagine karke"he laughed even more.

"Chup bey" she was back to her own self.

The instant camaraderie of these two friends was one of its kind and the whole city could swear on that.

"Listen tu mujhe kal yahaan chhod ke gaya tha na?" she inquired despite knowing the answer.

"Aur kaun .Asmaan se tera boyfriend toh nahi aayega I presume"he replied nonchalantly.

She marveled at the genuity of this guy. Not that she was not aware of it earlier but he just proved himself to be a man of callibre with every passing moment.

She had slowly and steadily climbed down the stairs of fame and that was why she had only a few friends left and he definitely was the closest of them.

She could not simply digest the fact that she had to get herself drunk at a low class pub in Brooklyn, but here was this guy who had no qualms in bringing her home from that destination and tolerating her shit.

"Come here" she said " I need to talk to you and you need to make me a hot cup of your signature coffee." She smiled and hung up.

He hung up the phone too wondering if he should share the good news with her.

Back in Kolkata

She was pacing her room considering the ifs and buts and the resistance she will face from her family members.

Just then a swift breeze hit her nose but not with the smell of rain outside but with the tasty smell of hinger kochuri. She was at once delighted. "Mama" she leaped in joy for she knew this smell was the sign of her maternal uncle.

(Hinger kochuri is a traditional dish made in Bengal with the recipe of normal kachaouri just that the tadka of hing is added in it)

She descended the steps like a thunderbolt and was pleased to find one of the most pleasant beings with one of her most favourite dishes. She leaped up and jumped into the arms of her uncle. I love you so much mama, she cried out loud and kissed him strongly on the cheeks.

"Arrey baba.Have it first and then hug me." He smiled and patted her back.

She ravenously settled for the food with her dirty hands and not brushed teeth and did not even wait for a plate but started gorging the food.

"Do we not feed you and keep you hungry?" she asked in an irritated tone.

She started to reply with her mouth full of food but she immediately stopped her daughter raising her hand to which her uncle had a hearty laugh seeing the mother daughter banter.

No one could tell that it was the same girl who had worked for women emancipation for so long and only last month she had mesmerized everyone with her speech in Finland at a convention of the United Nations.

It was just that the demure and restrained being in her was replaced by an adamant and stubborn child every time she witnessed something which was too close to her heart or too appalling. It was this trait in her which had made Subarnalata worry for her daughter. Her overtly emotional conscience could just make the tough world a bit tougher for her. This was what she feared as a mother.

That was why she had chosen the right guy for her. She just hoped her daughter will behave sane and not go all out in protesting the marriage. After all this was a question of prestige in front of her childhood buddy Madhavi Sen.

Just then a hustle near the porch proved that the 'bodo-korta' of the house was back.

"I say let us ticket Nripendra Biswas this time in the Lok Sabha by-elections. He is the best bet and can really make us win the seat varna opinion polls ki halat toh aap jante hi hai."

Dressed in a sober white dhoti and with the upanayana thread tied around his body a grave figure entered the house with intent interest to the conversation but eyes fixed in the front.

"Since when did I start caring about opinion polls Vrajesh?" he gave a sly smile.

"And yes we will ticket Sutapa Sen this time. Inform the high command." he walked away.

"But Sir'."a stupefied Vrajesh wanted to reply but his plaints were no longer audible to the figure who walked away in grandeur and he did not even need to hear as his job of casting the die was over.

Such was the charisma of Shankar Roy Chowdhury.

Interesting!!!😊 Glad Khanak is independent..Where is Shaan???

Thanks for writing and update soon..😊