Every day, a young student had to wait on the road for a bus to get to college. Often, the bus would be late, and he’d have to wait even longer. One rainy day, he got caught in the rain while waiting. Seeing him, a girl also waiting for the bus held her umbrella over […]
There was an old man in a village. He loved everyone a lot and always wanted everyone to be okay. People didn’t like dealing with problems and challenges. He always just wanted everyone to be peaceful and happy. One day, a man in the village got very sick. No one knew how to help him.
Nwjwr Basumatary. This was the name his parents lovingly called out to him since his birth. In school as well, this was the name by which everyone knew him, and carrying this very name, he had successfully passed many grades up to this point. This year, he is studying in the HS 2nd year (Class
Roji had asked her mother and father for a new Dokhona. Her mother used to weave Dokhona and Gamsa at home since the old days. However, these days, their traditional wooden weaving shed (hisansali) has fallen into complete disrepair and broken down. She can no longer focus on weaving like she used to. Roji herself
It is the rainy season. The sun is shining intensely hot. Far away, throughout the day, the cicadas (gavrema and riuriuwa) are continuous in their singing. The village people say to one another that the more the cicadas sing, the harsher the sun beats down. Today has turned out just like that. Nevertheless, the working