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The phone rang loudly at 12, Roxham Close, Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. It was a Sunday morning and the Banerjis were still fast asleep. And it was nine am. Mrs Annie Banerjee managed to get up from bed and pick up the receiver. It was a call from Oil Dooars, West Bengal, India. Mr Jim Banerjee had come to Halifax from Oil Dooars looking for a job. He was fortunate to find the Sens who had migrated to Canada some thirty years before. He lived as a paying guest with the Sen family for a good five years. During this time he worked in a well-known hospital. Jim Banerjee was a doctor who had got his medical training at North Bengal Medical College. The day Jim became deputy RMO at his hospital he asked Annie Sen to marry him. And she said yes. Mr and Mrs Sen were completely against the match. Jim was after all from an obscure village in India and Annie had grown up in a modern city like Halifax. But Annie was adamant. She actually ran away from home to marry Jim in court. As per law he became a Canadian citizen thereafter. People expected him to become tyrannical but he changed very little.

When the wind sings in gusts of colour, ghosts dream in the blue of your eyes. When sagas fall into a fire that lights the night sky with tears, your heart breaks a glacier and collides with llove.

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another night in

" The Frying Pan People " The idea came to us one Summer while we were vacationing on Cape Ann, North of Boston. My Sister in Law, Trish, had occasion to visit a Wahlgreen's Department Store, to make a small purchase. While there, she had the opportunity to observe what we would later dub "Frying Pan People." An overly portly matron, stuffed into tight fitting spandex, was upbraiding her slightly built and shabbily dressed mate. The timid looking male had picked up a metal frying pan for purchase. The solidly constructed female, who had three bags of Dorritos and one each of cheezebits and Potato chips in her arms, let out a high pitched and nasal barrage. "What are you doing with a frigging frying pan, she roared. "We have twenty frigging dollars left and you want to buy a frigging frying pan!"

[...]five o seven? take your mind out of the way, it's casuing too much static - don't think just be, that's the old maxim isn't it? [...] intermingled with adverts for expensive cars and cheap perfume, there's something odd in that. emotion that burns bright and then disapears withuot a second glance[...]

However, it is only because of your love and compassion for your children and the strength that you give me why I also find myself on my feet and walking tall.

Short bit of fiction.

Larry & Mick were amateur archaeologists. This will be news to some, but not to others. It will be news to those who have not read previous Larry & Mick stories pertaining to the fact. If you are one of these people, then shame on you! Either way... Larry & Mick liked to watch Time Team . But not for its archaeological content. 'Pah!' they would say. 'How can you dig up a 3000 year old fencepost and claim it represents a cornerstone of civilization?' 'Nice pun there, friend Larry.' 'Thank you, friend Mick.' So no, they did not watch Time Team for its archaeological content.