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www.google.co.in Her hapless body was lying senseless, an occasional low moan coming from her throat to declare 'I am alive'.Early morning shop keepers found this unknown female of forties in the steps of a grocer shop aside the busy main market road.Her disheveled dress and blood soaked under garments clearly showing that, her female hood was brutally inner vaned and assaulted. Immediately a gathering of shopkeepers and market goers formed around  the unknown female thriving for her life. As it happens every where they all begun to blame the govt.and its police department for dwindling law and order of the country.Every one giving wise advice to every body of how to take actions to save her life.But nobody came forward to take the initiative; all of them found an emergent work pending lying in their hands. A huge Mercedes came and applied abrupt brake before the gathering, the car of renowned wealthy Dr. Bonerjee.The owner of a big private hospital. "What's up?&q

www.google.co.in He joined the two legged team,early morning, in the month of December.Much loved by his parents, brothers and sisters, finished his crawling days.Stood up tottering on his feet,started exploring and sensing the world around him.Those playful times didn't lasted beyond five years,as pre primary coaching was arranged for him then, against his wishes.  One morning his dad came back early from his duty accompanying a semi old dhoti and punjabi clad  man of serene countenance. Introduced him as Abinash sir appointed to teach him.He instantly refused to get taught by him,in all possible manners, what he could do. Pleasing Abinash babu waited,then showed his right hand to him. He immediately become curious, to saw a bone less extra thumb,hanging loosely aside the original one, stretched his hands to touch the thumb and not allowed. Abinash babu laid a condition "If you obey me? will be allowed to touch and play with the extra thumb". He accepted gleefully,beg

Nineteen twenties that was, 'Juniper' the old colonial style English kothi(bungalow)at Hazaribagh in Bihar (an eastern province of India). Built by an English rly.engineer in eighteen thirties. Later sold to an Bengali zamindar(land lord) Babu(Mr) Suryanarayan Aditya, grand father of Mr Gobardhan Aditya a retired civil servant of Calcutta, present owner of the kothi. The kothi was built over an area of almost thirty six decimals, a high plinth single story building, decorated with a beautiful garden in front of the kothi; and an orchard of different native fruits behind the kothi. Since Babu Suryanarayan to Mr Gobardhan,the Aditya's used to spend their leisure times at 'Juniper'. In absence of Aditya's kept under supervision of hereditary care takers 'thePaswans';and Lachchu is the current day care taker,who lived in the servants quarter there.Since long Mr Gobardhan could not managed to tour there. It was late December with chilling festive environme

It was early Ashwin mas(month of September),Saturday, darkness after full moon.Overcast with occasional drizzle throughout the day.Raju, was reading his texts, sitting near a window.His small house was situated in an insignificant remote village of Bengal. A kilometer away from a river brimful of flood water. A village road ran across in front of his house,from hat(village market) to burning ghat on the bank of that river. He was living alone,other family members went to a cousins marriage to another village. Raju couldn't afford to attend, for his en showing exam. Somehow he managed to pass the day by reading, cooking a little bit etc. etc. Sometime in late afternoon,just when evening was stretching and rolling to got up and extort, a little left over refracted sunlight. Ssoohooh......sshoooh.....trrat...trrr..tat..a semi cyclonic storm along with initial blast of hail stones,rattling violently Raju's corrugated(iron) roof;crashed in. Rocking and shaking the creation to the