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    LAST BENCH






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	   <p>By Adhir Biswas. 
	   Chennai Ekada 2025
                        
                        , A DEVASTATING CHILDHOOD MEMOIR FROM ONE OF BENGAL'S LEADING DALIT WRITER AND PUBLISHER.
A village barber’s son who migrated with his family from erstwhile East Pakistan to India in 1967 revisits his childhood in the lost land. When his father set up a hair salon in the local weekly market near their new home, it fell to the little boy to seek out customers and bring them to the shop for a haircut or a shave.
But the father was keenly aware that only an education could offer his boy a way out of the penury that had been their lot. Disappointed in his older sons who had both dropped out of school, he now pinned all his hopes on the youngest son. But school was brutal on the young boy who was always shown his ‘place’, the last bench, where he sat alone, with his cracked slate and a wet rag to wipe it clean.
His only refuge was his ailing mother, with whom he sometimes forayed into the woods and up to the outskirts of the village. They saw the world through each other’s eyes. And after her passing, he found another constant companion: Bhombol, the dog that followed him like a shadow.
The Last Bench is a poignant childhood memoir about what it means to be invisible in an unequal society, about the exchanges between man and nature, and most of all, what it means to lose those whose absence changes everything.
                        
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	   <p>By Khalid Jawed. 
	   Chennai Ekada - Westland 2025
                        
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Translated from Urdu by Naseeb Khan A

My father has probably untied me from the electric pole. now I am lying in a narrow and dark cell like a sick and physically depleted animal, My tongue lolling out. There lie a few loaves of Chapattis and a small bowl of pulses or perhaps curry in a corner. But I am not able to bite My morsel.ages have passed since I entered this state. Sometimes, a bright day dawns with the sun scowling for ages, and sometimes everything remains plunged into darkness alone to itself, The heart hangs from a washing line like a wrung out towel, waving and fluttering in the wind.the building sprawling across miles is fenced by the black and sinister-looking high walls overgrown with weeds. during the nights their roar gets distinctly louder, stirring the creepy and eerie feelings. The tall eucalyptus trees standing in rows peer ominously at the desolate area, and throughout the day the monkeys go on jumping onto the walls from trees and then up on the trees. The stray cats climb the dreary walls to let out whimpers.the forlorn building is surrounded by long corridors inhabited by the ghosts and witches resembling human beings. Sometimes, they let out piercing shrieks in unison.and sometimes they roar with laughter rending the air.quite frequently, the eerie and Lonely lanes echo with the sound of some unseen heavy footsteps.the place is also peopled by a few human beings deployed as guards for the security of the ghosts and the witches jarring sound of a burning kerosene stove deepens the weirdness of the silence. In the still of the night, some hyenas are heard Roaring with laughter somewhere in the distance. And perched on a hidden branch is an owl shooting ominously while adding uncanny mysteriousness to the looming silence. The Lonely road reverberates with such a terrifying roar of trucks that other sounds die down.(from the book of death).
                        
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    SARATCHANDRA CHATTOPADHYAY


    : Selected Stories





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	   <p>By  Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay . 
	   Chennai Ekada 2026
                        
                        , Saratchandra Chattopadhyay : Selected Stories A FINE INTRODUCTION TO ONE OF INDIAs MOST BELOVED WRITERS. Saratchandra Chattopadhyay occupies a central place in modern Indian literature. His writing, marked by realism, emotional depth and social critique, continues to resonate with readers because of its timeless portrayal of the human condition. Exploring themes such as marriage, poverty and caste, class and gender inequality, Saratchandra painted a vivid picture of the lives of ordinary people. Weaving the complex nuances of love, sacrifice, betrayal and moral dilemmas into cinematic storytelling, he created strong, memorable characters. His prose was simple yet powerful, making his works accessible to a wide readership. Saratchandras short

                        
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