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    This is the Only Truth & Other Stories
    This is the Only Truth & Other Stories
    This is the Only Truth & Other Stories
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    This is the Only Truth & Other Stories

    By Raja Sharma

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    This is the Only Truth

    Mockery

    The Artist

    This is my Last Message

    Relations

    Sir, I won’t Send Milk from Tomorrow

    Wings of Time

    My Village is Lost!

    A Wet Evening

    Illegitimate

    Moments of Love

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRaja Sharma
    Release dateJul 11, 2011
    ISBN9781465909022
    This is the Only Truth & Other Stories
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    Raja Sharma

    Raja Sharma is a retired college lecturer.He has taught English Literature to University students for more than two decades.His students are scattered all over the world, and it is noticeable that he is in contact with more than ninety thousand of his students.

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      This is the Only Truth & Other Stories - Raja Sharma

      This is the Only Truth & Other Stories

      By Raja Sharma

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      Copyright@2011Raja Sharma

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      This is the Only Truth & Other Stories

      Copyright

      This is the Only Truth

      Mockery

      The Artist

      This is my Last Message

      Relations

      Sir I won’t Send Milk from Tomorrow

      My Village is Lost

      A Wet Evening

      Illegitimate

      Moments of Love

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      This is the Only Truth

      The sunlight that had been brightening the yard climbed on to the wall and the groups of school children, carrying their school bags on their backs began to appear. Then suddenly I realized that I had been standing there for about an hour but Sanjay had not turned up.

      Somewhat annoyed I enter the room where the books, some open and some closed, are scattered all over the table in one corner. I stare at them for a while and then I open the cupboard and look at the clothes, all stuffed together recklessly. I should not have wasted my time; instead, I could have arranged the clothes. But I don’t feel like arranging the clothes properly and I close the cupboard.

      If he was not supposed to come, why did he give me time? This is not something which is unusual; he is always late in coming. I am the one who begins to wait for him hours before his arrival. When he does not come on time, I don’t feel like doing anything. Why doesn’t he understand that my time is very precious? I have to complete my thesis and I can’t waste my time like this. How can I make him realize this?

      I sit down and attempt to read something but I can’t. A sudden movement of the curtains startles me and I look at the wall clock. Every stir in the surroundings seems to be a sign of his arrival.

      Meanwhile, Mrs. Mehta’s five year old daughter enters the room.

      Auntie, will you tell me a story?

      No, not now, please come some other time, I try to get rid of her. She runs out of the room.

      Mrs. Mehta is a unique character because she does not visit me for months but sends her little daughter whenever she likes. Mr. Mehta is not like his wife; he meets me at least once in a week and asks about myself, about my health, my studies, etc. His wife is quite arrogant. I don’t mind it because I don’t have to be under her control. If she were close to me, I am sure she would restrain my movements.

      Suddenly, the familiar knock on the door brings me back to myself. It is Sanjay. I deliberately pretend to be concentrating in my book. Carrying a bouquet of flowers, Sanjay is smiling at the door. I raise my eyes towards him but I don’t smile. He laughs and takes a step forward. Pressing my shoulders gently with his both hands, he says, Are you really angry with me?

      The flowers have perfumed the room and ambiance seems to be lively.

      I pretend annoyance and say, Why should I be angry?

      He turns my chair and I face him. He places his right hand under my chin and raises my face, What can I do? I was with my friends and it was impossible to come earlier.

      I wanted to say, You are worried about your friends but you don’t worry at all about me! but I can’t speak a single word.

      I look at his face, glistening with the drops of sweat. Had it been any other occasion, I would have wiped his face with my shawl but not today. He gives me a gentle smile, with his pleading eyes demanding my pardon. I can’t help it. He sits on the side bar of the chair and begins to caress my cheeks. I particularly don’t like this habit of his because he angers me a lot and then begins to shower his love. He knows very well that my resentment can’t stand before his love and affection. He throws out the old flowers and arranges the fresh flowers in the flower vase. He knows that I love flowers and he has made it his habit to bring flowers every time he visits me. I can’t live without the scent of the flowers. It helps me in better concentration while studying. Actually, the flowers keep on reminding me of his presence there.

      After some time, we go out. Suddenly, I remember Ira’s letter. I inform him about Ira’s letter. She has written that I should be ready for the interview because call might come any day.

      From Calcutta? he says, after a momentary thought. Then he suddenly springs like a child on his feet and says, If you get the job, Deepa, it will be the most wonderful thing!

      We are on road otherwise I am sure he would have hugged and kissed me then and there. I don’t like it when he behaves like a child. Does he want that I should go to Calcutta, away from him?

      Then he says, If you get this job, I will also apply for my transfer to Calcutta Head Office. I am really fed up with the clamor of this city. I wanted to get myself transferred but I postponed every time because I think of you. I know that my office life will be better but my evenings will be mournful.

      His voice touches me and I feel that everything has suddenly become so pleasant.

      We have already walked for about an hour. Finally, we reach our favourite spot in the park, a small mound covered with grass. Moonlight has already provided silvery shade to the surroundings. Unlike the city, the air is fresh here. He speaks for hours about his office, his future plans but I remain a mere listener. I love looking at his face while he is speaking.

      Finally, when he stops, I begin, I am scared to go to the interview. I don’t know what they are going to ask me. This is my first interview.

      He begins to laugh.

      You are really stupid, Deepa! You live away from home, in a rented room in this city. You are doing research and writing your thesis. You travel all over the world, and still you are afraid of an interview? he gives a gentle pat on my left cheek. Then he continues, This interview is only a formality, actually you will have to use influence of a powerful person to succeed.

      "But I have never been to Calcutta. I don’t know anyone there, except Ira. I don’t know whether she has any influence there

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