You want to hear real stories about the War? Ask me instead.” “About wars?” Teni-da made a face, “What’s there to see in a war movie? Just bang, bang, bang, fistfights, and bravados. “‘Ah… ah… ah'? What on earth does that mean, eh? Tell me!” Teni-da growled again. With this declaration, he snatched the kulfi from Kyabla’s hand and plopped it straight into his mouth. “Hey, Kyabla, why aren’t you eating?” roared Teni-da. The melting kulfi in his hand was dripping through the sal leaves of the packet. Now we were all relishing kulfi-ices with that money. Minutes ago, Teni-da had hijacked four annas in Kyabla’s pocket. We had gathered on Chatujjey’s front porch - Kyabla, Habul Sen, myself, and our ring leader Teni-da from Pataldanga. Translated from Bengali to English by Chhanda Chattopadhyay Bewtra
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