There are many things that get recharged on practice - like my drama skills that had become almost completely non-functional. Now that we are again doing a Bengali play (comedy) FLU by Sailesh Guha Neyogi in our old Joymahal Durga Puja group after a long long time, I am surely getting replenished on the acting front; only the rehearsal classes are running haphazard and a bit irregularly (good for me) because all members of the troupe are busy with what else LIFE, including our versatile director. Rote up the dialogs that is the fun part. As grown up adults we now have the privilege of inventing dialogs(of course with entirely different meanings) when we forget the original ones ! No such freedom existed when we were much younger.
First short story in the 'CSlueth files' series. Note: This is purely a work of fiction! 1. The dead body Wednesday, Chalmers tekniska hogskola, 6:30 PM He had just walked out of the classroom in the V building. For the past forty five minutes he had been coding an exciting dynamic systems simulation after having completed a late and rather boring simulation exercises session class. He had to take the road in front of the Chalmers Bibliotek library as he wanted to meet a friend staying nearby. As he walked past the Information Sciences department building there was a gust of cold winter wind that struck his face and he raised the collars of this jacket, sinking in his chin into its warm, furry interiors. It was December and it would get dark really early. It was dark now and hardly anyone else around. He hummed a tune as he ran up the flight of stairs, the library was at an elevated level from the V building. He found himself humming some r...
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