Uttar Falguni by Nihar Ranjan Gupta [Hardcover]

The story to be written first is yet to be decided. The silent woman, covered head-to-toe in a thin, silky black burqa, was seen with two black teardrops glistening through the eye slit, her gaze fixed unwaveringly. The shy, pale-skinned girl from the missionary boarding school, as delicate as a flower bud, was noticed. The story of Barrister Manish Ray was yet to be told. The name of Indranil was also mentioned.

Words were laid out in rows on the white expanse of paper. Lines upon lines of letters were arranged. A cold, wintry morning was described. A frozen mountain peak was covered with piles of snow, glittering in the silver streams of the melting sun. Far below, the pine forests of the foothills were rustled continuously by the northern wind, carrying frosty particles. The sound of swishing was heard. A gentle wave, rippling through the strings of a sitar, was imagined. Suparna was startled, as her dream of the pines was shattered. Her face was lifted from the book, and she looked up. Right beside her, someone was standing.