# Glimpses of Life

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**Author:** Saikat Moira[](https://writersworkshopindia.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/WP_20161222_15_23_02_Pro.jpg)
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Pages:** 172 **Year of Publication:** 2016 **Price:** Rs 350 **ISBN: **978-93-5045-
117-5 (9789350451175)

_**About the Author**_
 Born in 1990, Saikat Moira completed his Master’s in English
Literature with a high First Class from Calcutta University in 2013. He had graduated
from Asutosh College in 2011.  He has written a number of poems and short stories,
published in various magazines.  His essay “New Dimensions of Indian Foreign Policy”
won the second prize in an essay competition organized by _Pratiyogita Darpan._ 
He was a faculty member of English at Adamas University, for a short period. At 
present, he is working as a teacher of English at Roy’s Institute of Competitive
Examinations.

_**Teaser**_

“‘Oh my God, a dead body!’ Manilal Mitra was shocked. He was a jogger in the early
morning. Being very health-conscious, he came out of his house at dawn. The sun 
didn’t come out but a faint fairness emanated from the eastern sky. There was a 
bypass near his house. This long expanded road was flanked by a series of trees 
on either side. Its sidewalk was quite commodious and clean. Morning joggers generally
opted for that thoroughfare to run, jog, or, at least, walk helter-skelter. Cars
would vroom past them apace. Manilal was jogging briskly down the spacious footpath.
All of a sudden, he noticed a dead body.

No, it was not a dead body of any human being, but a carcass of a mere dog. The 
scene looked very gory. Its head was smashed. Its maw was also slashed and its guts
were jutting out. Some crows gathered around the carrion. Those scavengers were 
pulling entrails from its tummy with their beaks. Only some skin on the back of 
the creature was recognizable. Its color was murky yellow with black stripes. Manilal’s
heart was hammering inside him.

‘Then, is it Bagha?’ he asked himself.

Its face and neck were not recognizable as they were badly smashed. Mani found no
belt around its neck. In fact, its muzzle, eyes, neck were all pressed and intermingled.”

[Extract taken from “The Pet”]

_**Contents**_
 The Pet / 9 Reunion / 13 The Phobia Is Cured / 24 The Celebrity /
37 Affection and Affliction / 57 Romance in Rajasthan / 83 The Night / 108 Day and
Night in the Graveyard / 119 Caught Wearing a Birthday Suit / 141 Old Memories Rekindled/
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