TISS Guwahati- Centre for Sociology and Social Anthropology is delighted to present Eroteme Volume 3. Happy Reading!
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- EROTEME5 From First Steps to Farewells: The SSA Family
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- EROTEME8 Field Visits and Reports
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- EROTEME10 ‘On Sociology, Teaching, and a Changing World’
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- EROTEMESTUDENT CORNER 15
- EROTEMEWritten By: Antarlina Bhattacharjee Poetry Collection
- EROTEMEMargins (continued)
- EROTEME18 Photo by Ana Jovanovski on Unsplash
- EROTEME19 ck by the flowers, but weirdly critical of the rest of the wild foliage in their conservative views of a garden. Nevertheless, it was thriving amongst the rows of concrete. Lying on the moist soil with my hands under my head, I was almost content with my garden, almost because I was only wishing, stubbornly like a child my age would, for that one corner to be housed with the summer dream of a mango tree; after all, I shared history with such a tree.
- EROTEME20 devtas and asuras where there were only…things, or no-things. Though there was some sense in locating impurities caused by a bathroom near our kitchen or mandir But my parents acknowledged him immediately by estimating the cost of redoing much of our home. It would resolve our circumstances. And as long as I got to hear prospects of a room to myself, I was happy.
- EROTEME21 The Story of Migration in ‘Dinwa Ginat Mori’
- EROTEME22 Illusion
- EROTEME23 Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta
- MEET THE TEAMEROTEME VOLUME 3 Editorial Team
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EROTEME
Illusion
Written By: Rajashree Boral
They say, “if you don’t learn, The same pattern repeats”. So I keep on getting the same lesson, Guess I am a tough student to teach.
He was there, I swear he was I swear he whispered the spell, Everyone in the room confirmed Yet there was no proof, I failed, “You did love me, please don’t lie” I begged as many times as I could “It’s none of that, you got the wrong idea” It didn’t sound well, almost rude.
I could recall every word he said Perhaps it’s my destiny, To lose at the last moment Unable to see the illusion of love offered to me.
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“Please admit it, you loved me” I said again, crying, pleading “I’ve never thought anything like so” At this my heart was bleeding.
Was I a fool? To believe I could be loved? Oh what a shame, what a shame, Even the almighty laughed from above.
Written By: Akash Manna
Content note: This story deals with bullying, isolation, and suicide. Some readers may find it distressing.
He woke up. Sweating. Shaking. Head spinning. Everything was a blur. His mind was racing. “Robert!” his mother called, “Get up! You will be late for school!” But he didn’t hear her. Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta. That’s all he could hear.
“And what is so important that keeps stealing your attention from my class Robert?” his teacher shouted angrily. “Or do you just want to fail my class too?” His eye darted around him. Everyone was looking at him. Judging. Cold. Mocking. And yet, Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta. Read More on our website That’s all he could hear.
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