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" Adumbration of The Past "
Chapter 1
# Childhood of the Boy Nishakar
As other boys of the village Sonaligram, one of them is Nishakar who goes to primary school in his village. One morning he was preparing for himself to go school with his meagre breakfast that was only stale loaf of bread sans any sauce, for only his mother and his grandfather were his real parents.
He doesn't know anything else but except to them. The childhood of Nishakar is crowded with miseries and suffering because of in his home no one was in his life. As he grew up with a little emotional support from his motherly love and affection. A turning point came to his life when his sister
Samara got married and after that he and lovely days off now for a while as his only sister for him the true friend and caretaker. Both of them spent all the most and the best of time in playing with her after schooling but now he's been sorrounded by loneliness and at times he's but without love of her.
In these days of gloom and plaintive mood he was always lost somewhere in the world of emotional backdrop. One day in his school the teacher was very strict about the classes are how to make all taughts to be in complete discipline, as he was already afraid of being alone and his master's outlook somewhat different that day. That day he was badly treated and beaten by the cane; after returning from the school he was embarrassed and he embraced his mother weeping bitterly. When his mother interrogates about the incident to tell her why you are so sad,then he narrates the whole matters to her. The following day his grandfather Ratnakar goes to the school to have visit the master and warns him not to treat the children so rudely and you know what the impact on the mind of the small ones but in lieu of you should lovingly behave them because they are now very much sensitive and then in them the fear will torment.Now everything is fine and there's no need to be sorry about anything else but he's still in a few days to make sure what time will be in coming days.
By GAUTAM HRITU
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# Childhood of the Boy Nishakar
As other boys of the village Sonaligram, one of them is Nishakar who goes to primary school in his village. One morning he was preparing for himself to go school with his meagre breakfast that was only stale loaf of bread sans any sauce, for only his mother and his grandfather were his real parents.
He doesn't know anything else but except to them. The childhood of Nishakar is crowded with miseries and suffering because of in his home no one was in his life. As he grew up with a little emotional support from his motherly love and affection. A turning point came to his life when his sister
Samara got married and after that he and lovely days off now for a while as his only sister for him the true friend and caretaker. Both of them spent all the most and the best of time in playing with her after schooling but now he's been sorrounded by loneliness and at times he's but without love of her.
In these days of gloom and plaintive mood he was always lost somewhere in the world of emotional backdrop. One day in his school the teacher was very strict about the classes are how to make all taughts to be in complete discipline, as he was already afraid of being alone and his master's outlook somewhat different that day. That day he was badly treated and beaten by the cane; after returning from the school he was embarrassed and he embraced his mother weeping bitterly. When his mother interrogates about the incident to tell her why you are so sad,then he narrates the whole matters to her. The following day his grandfather Ratnakar goes to the school to have visit the master and warns him not to treat the children so rudely and you know what the impact on the mind of the small ones but in lieu of you should lovingly behave them because they are now very much sensitive and then in them the fear will torment.Now everything is fine and there's no need to be sorry about anything else but he's still in a few days to make sure what time will be in coming days.
By GAUTAM HRITU
WAIT FOR The NEXT
© All Rights Reserved
