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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh Pal
She was wearing a pink salwar and a black printed kurta. A pink chunni covered the upper half of her body. She was wearing white plastic blocks that had pink platforms. When only hundred meters were left, she saw three boys riding a bicycle, crossing her. The boys were somewhere between twelve to thirteen years of age. They were wearing blue shorts with a purplish hue, and red-checked cotton towels were tied around their waists. Both pants and towels lacked luster, appeared to be over-used and hardly ever washed. Their feet were devoid of any protective covering of slippers and were in direct contact with the soil and pebbles of the ground. None of them had covered the upper parts of their dark rough patches of skin. Sukanya was still walking, looking straight at her destination, and was about to take the first turn.
One of them commented, “What a pair of ******? Nice size”.
Another one followed, “Are you satisfied with your partner? Come, we can have fun. By the way, why are you wearing these sandals?”
Sukanya was shocked. “I cannot react violently. I cannot be aggressive,” Sukanya thought diplomatically. “The boys are from nearby villages. They are perhaps not well taught.” Sukanya was experiencing a cultural shock in her own land amongst her own people.
Almost all the female characters in most of the stories in this book have had similar experiences, which led to the reshaping of their behavior, ideology, and interpretation of a society where they take birth, mature, and feel secure without knowing that their security is somewhat confined to the four walls. The world outside is waiting to butcher not only their physical but also their intellectual growth. The butchers may come in any size, age, and form. They are excellent shapeshifters.
Sonaleeca Yashodhara Das
Sonaleeca Yashodhara Das is one of those ladies of this land who has always tried to be something yet remained nothing year after year. Whether female or male, near or dear ones, far or distant, people have always reminded her that she was not more than a middle-class female who should struggle even for the fundamental happiness of life, a smile. This has made her wonder and ponder about all those millions out there in this wide-narrow world who have accepted the gag with eternal humbleness and humility as daughters, wives, and mothers. Therefore, the author is trying to understand the purpose of her own life through the characters in her short stories; they are those millions who could have been nothing but women had they explored the civility among creations of her own during her lifetime.
