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The story begins from "In a small village" . The story is all about a boy called Alok, his childhood days spent in a village. Explore the world of Alok. Read... By Jyotirmoy Sinha, New Delhi Alok's aim in life at the age of eight was to learn English. So, he prepared himself and passed the 4th standard with flying colours. But God had something else in store for him. The headmaster of his school convinced his parents to keep him in the same class for one more year as he was only eight years old and to be in class V a student has to be nine years old and also as Alok was a good student the headmaster wanted him to attempt for the scholarship exam. But Alok was not aware of all this. One day when he was digging a drain with his elder brother for playing purpose, a friend of him came running and told him that his parents would not allow him to go to class V. Hearing this anomalous news, he was numb, he hurriedly put out his right hand from the drain and was about to climb up...

Myself Jyotirmoy Sinha, I hail from village Baromuni and at present I stay in New Delhi. Sometimes, amidst my hectic work schedule i try to jot down a few words in the form of poetry. But how people use words and make their articles alive, amuses me. Of late, I too tried to write something and came up with a fictional story. The story is regarding the life of a village boy named Alok who had dreams of his own and how he overcame all obstacles to fulfill his dreams. Here, the boy's character will describe the four stages of human life i.e. Childhood, Adolescence , Middle Age and Old Age. The story of Alok goes as below: 'Mayor Basi' is a small and beautiful village in Assam. The village is surrounded by vast paddy fields and is full of greenery. The main occupation of the villagers is agriculture, though there are some govt. employees, teachers, army personal etc. also. The people of this village are very simple and lovable. Their dreams and ideas are also very limited. Du...