Tobu Ononto Jage

A well-equipped barge on a wide riverbank slowly moving upstream. The novelistis sitting on the roof of the barge. There are white papers and pen in front of him.He is writing a detailed description of the river buildings temporary sand duneson the banks of the river tents in Tripol of few small rural fairs. The novelistcontinues to write page after page today he is satisfied. But he has lost sight ofsome events. The bride is riding in a small boat coming from the oppositedirection having two opposite feelings in her heart. She left behind his fathermother adolescence¦... Moments of anguish await. The prospect of a new life ina new place the excitement of having a family with her husband. A youngwoman in her thirties losing her sindur with tears in her eyes fearing anuncertain future is returning home from the ghat. The dumb boy is standingbeside the burning cheetah he has just lost his father. A young woman at the fairforever sitting hunched over and buying glass bangles without knowing that herdream man lost his life on the battlefield two days before or the young man whosits on the bank of the river with a bored look reminiscing about the happy daysspent with his beloved and weeping silently. Due to caste and religion his belovedwas never found in his life. These small feelings of happiness and sorrow whichare deeply rooted in human life which are contemporary but eternal¦.. wasnoticed by a person. He was a writer of short stories. The author is weaving agarland of joys and sorrows acknowledging the emotions of those unspokenpeople.