Bakul

Bakul was smiling widely, practically wagging her whole body.

BENEATH THE SHADE OF COCONUT TREES • by Rumjhum Biswas 2009

“Otherwise Bakul would have served up the best portions to him!”

BENEATH THE SHADE OF COCONUT TREES • by Rumjhum Biswas 2009

He always chatted with Bakul and Suhash for a while, before turning to Jayanto to talk to him gently but determinedly.

BENEATH THE SHADE OF COCONUT TREES • by Rumjhum Biswas 2009

Cunning old Ratho Babu always brought presents for Suhash and Bakul.

BENEATH THE SHADE OF COCONUT TREES • by Rumjhum Biswas 2009

Ratho Babu, chaha? gushed Bakul, and ran off to make tea even before Ratho Babu had finished nodding his head.

BENEATH THE SHADE OF COCONUT TREES • by Rumjhum Biswas 2009

As for Bakul, she was an illiterate village woman.

BENEATH THE SHADE OF COCONUT TREES • by Rumjhum Biswas 2009

When at length a red flower came floating down the water towards me, I guided it to Bakul, hoping she would notice.

An Atlas of Impossible Longing Anuradha Roy 2008

The woman who had looked after Bakul for the past four years was too old now, and besides, Bakul needed someone who could give her more than basic care – she would soon need help with homework, someone to talk to, confide in.

An Atlas of Impossible Longing Anuradha Roy 2008

The longer he thrust, the more skilfully I parried, and the happier I felt at being able to wield my rapier – and before Bakul.

An Atlas of Impossible Longing Anuradha Roy 2008

Bakul took off her slippers and walked into the wet mud.

An Atlas of Impossible Longing Anuradha Roy 2008