Once Silence invited Eloquence to her dwellings. In a cemetery, as Eloquence was about to speak, she was distracted by giggles from graves. They had all been best orators of their times. Then she visited a library. Before she could say anything, countless whispers stunned her. They had all been best writers of their times, telling their stories. Then, a temple where Eloquence heard the voice of the Unknown amidst exhalations and inhalations of meditating men. Eloquence felt sheepish. Then, she dropped by a house. Silence held it her unnatural abode. The mates in it were seeking a mutual divorce.
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Paritosh Chandra Dugar
25/9/2020 01:22:52 pm
Thank you, Don.
Swapan k Banerjee
25/9/2020 12:43:49 pm
The story happens as if in a dream, nay, cauchemar. Enveloped in uneasy hush, marked by mutterings mostly dislocated, the dreamer rides on a hobgoblin's back and enters Hades. His words dry out as the overpowering silence born out of man's existential crisis slowly gobbles him up. A blend of Everyman & Inferno. Superb, Paritosh.
Paritosh Chandra Dugar
25/9/2020 01:28:05 pm
Thank you, Swapan. Your comment is more powerful than the story. You are a good critic as well.
Pamela Kennedy
25/9/2020 01:32:38 pm
It's a really lovely story, Paritosh,
Krystyna
25/9/2020 05:36:50 pm
Paritosh, you have presented eloquence in my reading of your story in silence. Thank you for this beautiful mystical experience.
Sue Clayton
26/9/2020 03:40:21 am
Paritosh, I could not compete with Swapan's comment except to say your eloquent tale was greatly enjoyed.
Mary Wallace
26/9/2020 07:11:46 am
Beautiful piece Paritosh.
Paritosh Chandra Dugar
26/9/2020 04:17:07 pm
Thank you so much Pamela, Krystyna, Sue, and Mary for your beautiful comments. Comments are closed.
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