When wishes are horses, then beggars might ride…

Paraphrasing Mark Twain, the difference between fiction and non-fiction is that fiction must be absolutely believable. Nowhere, it is so much true than in the times that we live in.

I would not be a bit amazed to be woken up one morning by the Little Green Men from Mars. The Little Green Men had in the previous night dispatched the Red Gnomes and Trolls garrisoned at Blighters Building and GolliWoggin Street. Now they are searching for the magical book, Rule of Law, which had disappeared from the public domain nearly thirty years back. The Little Green Men are desperate to have this particular Book of Magic, for its contents are rumored to provide the practitioner with wholesome respect and love from the ruled….

Bajar-paray phish-phish,
Pukur-parey phush-phush,
Gupto-parar Supto katha,
Pawa giyeche katha matha;

Onek kaler golpo katha,
British jokhon chilo hetha,
Debota naki eshechilo raatey - Noy je eta rupkatha;

Tarpor ek jhorer raatey,
Porlo daakat Gupto-paray,
Chhinno-mostar Mundu kaata,
Haralo je rupkathay;

Aajkey hothath abar korey,
Millo khobor onek porey,
Dighir joley jelera – Jaal diye kaata matha dhorey;

Eshechey pulish, aaschey sorkar,
Jonotar naamey Maa’key dorkar,
Gorbey Mondir, korbey Naam,
Vondami-tey – Kei ba Daan, Kei ba Baam....