Creative Writing: A Love Story

“Completely! Don’t worry” Jagan smiled amd said. He opened the door. Cold air came into the room. The smell of tobacco went off. Jagan returned with in 10 minutes, After,his regular surveillance. He informed me that the party was over and guests went to rest. “If you are filling bore, you can go to sleep.” Jagan told. “I will not move without listing the complete story. Tell me how you met Ziana. Tell your love story.”
“Love story!” Jagan smiled. He sat on the bed in a lazy manner. “Befor Ziana I met another interesting person. In prison we met Alfred. He was convicted for smuggling foreign articles. The man was arrested red handed trafficking foreign goods in Kolkata’s port area.” Jagan said.
“Kolkata port was smuggling den in 80’s. In

It is a common thought of public. People know most of the politicians are corrupted and work just for their own benefit. But they can’t say openly. They feared the political power; they feared that political leader can turn his life in to a hell in seconds. People don’t believe that administration would stand in favor of general people against a corrupt political leader. Administration has also some compulsion and people fear that compulsion. For those political leaders people fear administration as well as own nation. Most of the time these power pimps turn to be grandfather of the nation, and believe public is unwanted baby of the system and try to abort

“Yes, but I got a job in a jute mill, as a temporary worker.” Jagan replied with smile. “The Jute mills were both sides of the Ganga River. Before partition of India the raw jutes used to supply from present Bangladesh’s side. But it stopped After,partition. The jute mills became sick.” I said.
“It was days of trade union movement in West Bengal as well as Kolkata. Most of the young people were getting involved in Labour movement. I also got involved with that. We fought for the rights for us. But I didn’t realise When,our movement crossed the thin line between fight for the workers and destabilize the industry.” Jagan sighed. “We did strike, we cordoned managers, and we rallied. Haaa but the situation of the workers not changed, but the factory locked out.” Jagan said. “Lock out of the jute mills were very common news in Kolkata at 80’s” I said. I knew many who were jute mill workers who turned jobless. Some of them were my relative some of them my friends fathers. “Union arranged a camp for jobless workers. We went door to door for donations to run the camp. With that donation, union supplied rice, wheat and pulses. But it was not enough for the worker 's family.” Jagan said. “Quiet