Wizards light

Experience the echo of life !

  • Backyard

    I was looking at the beautiful green moss growing on the damp brick wall to my left when I leaned on it. It was noon, and the sun was high in the sky, everything was bright and green. The shades of green were different in light and shade; there were many hues. The mosses, small,… Read more

  • Mama Bari

    Chapter 1 Rossa Road was not exactly perpendicular to Bhavani Cinema—it leaned slightly southwest from the main road. The house was bought with its base construction and lower cabin built. When maternal grandfather Dadu retired from his electrical engineering role in Coal Mining area, he needed a place to settle with his family. In 1945-50s,… Read more

  • Acting

    Not only was my father passionate about football, but he was also deeply involved in acting. The Lindsay Club occasionally invited artists from Kolkata for stage performances—including singing and recitations. He belonged to an acting group and learned from some of its members. My father typically wore a white kurta–pajama, and for certain occasions, a… Read more

  • Football

    Chapter 1 – Football-Semifinal The game started on the dusty Kohinoor ground, just beside the court premises. The football match was the initiation of the Bar Library Council of the Dhanbad court, a rare afternoon when black coats were swapped for team jerseys, and they gave way to cheers and goals. Father stood out in… Read more

  • The Watch

    Father was very fond of his nephew, Bikram, who had just moved to Ranchi for a job. Bikram had started working at a young age after completion of his bachelor’s in science. He was a sincere, hardworking student, and when he was selected for a government position, he gladly accepted the offer. For a while,… Read more

  • Journey

    Chapter 1: Journey to Virginia I took a flight from Lexington, KY around noon. It was the holiday week leading up to July 4th, Independence Day in the USA. By the time I reached Virginia, it was almost dusk. Amit came to the airport to pick me up. He had been introduced to me by… Read more

  • art competition

    It was time for a children’s art competition on a weekend. Some external organization had asked our school to send a few students to participate. I was in grade Vth and was promoted to VIth. The principal called me, saying I could represent the school. There were no one else asked to participate. I asked… Read more

  • The voice of silver

    Posts The Voice of Silver: Memories of a Tape Recorder In late seventies, a silver tape recorder entered our lives like magic. To our young eyes, it was nothing short of a marvel—an instrument that could capture our voices and play them back as though by sorcery. It had a handful of buttons at the… Read more