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Enjoy vivid descriptions of nature, and memories blended with imagination and imagery from the author's personal photo collections in this fanciful new short story collection! Some say that whenever we see or hear something, it is permanently etched in our brains. Sometimes memories return to haunt us, sometimes to amuse us, and sometimes to make us laugh. Sometimes what we see or hear appears in our dreams, obscured and blended with other memories or fantasies. Neuroscience is complex, and the wonders of the human mind are amazing. Nilayan Basu brings this concept to life in his new short story collection. In "Whispers of Love in Tearful World," the tales are imaginary but have distinct ties to real-world events. The natural tendency of the human spirit to seek peace forms the core of Nilayan's soothing, eloquent prose.

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Publié par	Outskirts Press
Date de parution	29 octobre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781977221025
Langue	English

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Whispers of Love in a Tearful World The yin of human love, the yang of human strife All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2019 Nilayan Basu v4.0
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Dedicated to my father who guided me through simplicity
And reminded me to keep all dreams alive
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PRELUDE
IMAGINATION
TAHITI TRAVERSAL
PAHARPUR PREMISES
LONDON BECKONS
THAMES AND TEACUPS
PERUVIAN PROVISIONS
TAMED AND UNTAMED POWER
MAPLE LEAF OF AUTUMN
RANDOM NOTHINGS
COASTLINE AND THE CANDIES
FICTION
SICILIAN BREAD AND BASILICA
NAIROBI NICETIES
WISHFUL THINKING
HOVERING IN HONG KONG
TINTS FROM THE RAINBOW
BILBAO AND BISCAY
PRINCE AND WEAVY
THE SAFFRON SHAWL
UJJAIN FESTIVITIES
THE BLACK DOG
A PRAIRIE PRAYER
TINSEL TOWN AND RAIN PUDDLES
COLONIAL CONNECTIONS
CARTHAGE CONNECTIONS MOORISH MEMORIES
KAUSHANI HOMECOMING
CASPIAN CONNECTIONS
LOVE AND HOPE
THE BIG STAGE
THE BLUE FLUTE
FOUR FRIENDS IN AN ISLAND
THE REDISCOVERY
PRELUDE
People say that whenever we see or hear something, it is permanently etched in our brains. What is difficult is retrieving the information when required. Sometimes memories return to haunt us, sometimes to amuse us, and sometimes to make us laugh over weird things in the past. Sometimes what we would have seen or heard obscurely may appear in our dreams, blended with other memories or fancies. Neuroscience is complex, and the wonders of the human mind will continue to amaze us. For now, let us leave the researchers to carry on with their studies in peace, while we delve into our own fancies and fanciful relationships.
How do fanciful thoughts come to us? That will stay as an unsolved puzzle for a while. We love to be in instants of joy at all times where we feel loved and wanted. All our favorite things and wishes, if assimilated, can form the perfect album for us. Each of the individual objects in this assimilation is something from reality, yet placed together, they look like a miracle. For a while, let us get to a few such assimilations through the eyes of the fictitious ‘him’ and ‘her’, with names picked from different parts of the world. These two characters who have never met before and are unrelated, form the first part of this book (Imaginations).
All the stories in the second part of this book (Fictions) are imaginary with no particular person or persons in mind. Some of the stories relate to some significant events or phases in history but the characters are all imaginary. Human beings are inherently peace-loving and know how not to let the candle blow off inside the hut, when the storm blows outside. The deluge of kindness and compassion can douse any fire of hatred.
Imagination
(Walking Across the Globe)
TAHITI TRAVERSAL
The lure of the unknown always has drawn sailors to the southern hemisphere. One gets the same ocean waves, the same sun and the same sky there too, but still something is different. The flora and fauna are not the same down under. Till the influx of the plasma, LCD and LED TV sets, even the TV component design was different, for the simple reason that earth’s magnetic field in the southern hemisphere threw a different spin on the electromagnetic picture tubes. Physics lessons on all these are interesting as the apparent topsy-turvy phenomena of that hemisphere eventually get resolved. The cyclones and anticyclones, ocean currents and even the water down the kitchen sink follow the opposite patterns – what’s clockwise in north is anticlockwise down south and vice versa. And finally, the concept of celebrating new year in light summer clothing and woolen jackets in June is something northerners find hard to reconcile.
The southern Pacific maintains the purity of nature as close to original as possible. Blue sky meets the blue ocean in the horizons with white fluffy clouds, emerald hillocks causing some interruptions on the continuous wide horizon, like the decked-up children eager to grab attention of the grown-ups. The explorers from France, in their romantic quest for Polynesia, discovered the island of Otaheite. That marked one of the farthest boundaries of the French Empire from the seat of power. Over time, Otaheite came to be known as Tahiti. Herman Melville spent a golden phase there and that formed the setting of his classic Moby Dick, bringing the white whale to its deserved glory.
How would the shades of white, blue and green look in unison? Certainly, great for a casual T-shirt, but Tahiti in daytime is an excellence of these three shades. Blue and green are naturally there, and the white sand of the wide beaches with shallow waters add to the shades of blue – turquoise to cyan to lilac. The friendly Tahitians welcome all as one of their kith and kin. One just has to be willing to be a part of them. If a girl asks a boy to dance the traditional dance with her, it is extremely rude to refuse. That’s tradition not romance. That makes every instant here worth living. Forget rules and conventions of the east and the west. Just sink in the warmth of the south. The local diet consists of a very wide variety of fruits and the unique combination comes with the blend of coconut milk.
It has been a week since young Eden came over to this island, accompanied by his backpack. The last few months had been extremely busy, and he had lived to work. Now it was time for living to the fullest, for a couple of weeks. The bits and bytes were not of much significance now; rather he had picked up new skills in shallow water fishing with a net, swimming more at ease like Mother Nature’s son, tearing the coconut fibers, cracking the shell and savoring the fresh water. He loved the small hut made of palm leaves and a bed made out of piled logs and dry coconut branches, topped with coconut fibers. Seemed a bit itchy on the first night, but then it was fine.
Blue, green and white – yes, he was in a white T-shirt, blue knee length denims and a green head cover cloth, gifted to him by the islanders on the day of his arrival. He took it and wrapped on his forehead, resembling one of the Polynesians. The brunch was done, and he sat below a coconut tree inclined over the sea. As he looked up, the childhood fantasies came back – if he could climb that tree to the top and from there plunge into the sea! Blue, green and white – all in abundance, he thought. In the far southeastern horizon were some heavier cumulus clouds bulging slowly. Possibly, in another hour they would transform into cumulonimbus, just in time for an early afternoon shower. And then, the golden sun would come up again – it will be a beautiful evening. He looked around at the horizon, turning towards the country cabins on the sea, or overwater bungalows. He hadn’t seen the pink and red shades since he arrived here and now he could see that too – barely 50 yards away. Iris was standing on the balcony against the bamboo railings, resting her face on her palms, slightly bent forward. The pink dress and a red hibiscus on her hair, she complemented the missing shades of the spectrum. The local people do not own boats – they rather make small dugouts from the coconut logs and leave them on the beach, with a pair of oars – anybody can pick one and row within their boundary ropes. That’s how the taxi industry in the cities might become someday – something free.
He got into one and uneasily rowed towards that bungalow. She had seen him on the beach and recognized he was a visitor but waited to see when he would catch sight of her. Now that was done. Must be fancying sailing around the globe – a part of men wouldn’t ever grow up, she thought as she smiled. It isn’t easy to get down from a boat and tie it to a pillar. With some difficulty he managed to do that as she watched amusingly at his lack of experience.
"Come down - we’ll walk here – rather wade." He said.
"You come up – nice cozy cushion on the deck – we’ll chat."
For once, he thought, she did not start with a tease. All in a great friendly spirit, always, and that makes all these chance meets more interesting. Staying barefoot is the norm here, and so are they, being Tahitians in Tahiti.
He climbed up the nine-stepped ladder to the balcony platform and stretched flat on the cushion on the floor. A bit awkward a behavior to lie down anywhere as a guest.
"May I have a bit of space to sit, please?" She queried amusingly.
A bit embarrassed with his own casual approach he sat up and moved to the corner. She sat down.
"Being lazy is a virtue in this sunny island." That’s all he could say in his defense. She knew a comment was coming in self-defense, as she looked at him and sighed, with a smile.
"You don’t need to justify anything, sir." As they chatted, they floated back in time to and place when they first read Herman Melville, and sometime floated forth to ten years hence.
There is a different charm of chatting relaxed under the sun over the sea sheltered by the