Ajit Kaliya

The narrator narrates the story from prison. He begins by describing how kind he was in childhood. he had many pets. At young age he marries a woman who also loves pets. In their household they have a number of animals, including a large and beautiful black cat named Pluto. Although his wife often refers to the superstition that black cats are actually disguised witches, the narrator is particularly fond of the unusually intelligent cat. In subsequent years, the narrator becomes increasingly moody and irritable due to alcoholism, and he begins to verbally abuse and threaten his wife as well as his pets. He remains less harsh to Pluto until one day, when he comes home drunk and, imagining that Pluto is avoiding him, he seizes the cat, which bites him on the hand in fear. In response, the narrator loses control and cuts one of Pluto's eyes out with a pen-knife. After sobering up the next morning, he feels a modicum of remorse but returns to drinking. The cat recovers, but it conspic...

The narrator, a pearl buyer named Charley, is a cabin passenger on a schooner, the Petite Jeanne, sailing from Rangiroa to Tahiti. The boat, having eighty-five deck passengers, is overloaded. Several passengers die of smallpox; Charley and the other cabin passengers drink whisky, until it runs out, in the belief that it will kill the smallpox germs. The boat is in the direct path of a hurricane and destroyed in the hurricane, and Charley survives by clinging to a hatch cover from the boat, sharing it with a Kanaka named Otoo. Eventually Charley loses consciousness, and comes to on the beach of an atoll; Otoo has saved his life by pulling him from the water. They are the only survivors from the Petite Jeanne. They exchange names. In the South Seas such a ceremony binds two men closer together than blood-brothership. They part inPapeete and Otoo goes home to Bora Bora; but he returns, because his wife has died. He accompanies Charley for...

the story is narrated in the first person by a young, unnamed sixteen year old boy who is looking back at an incident that happened a year earlier when he was in Saratoga Spring. When the racing season comes everything talked about in Beckersville is just horses and nothing else. The narrator believe Jerry Tillford his ideal who owns Sunstreak, a horse . If anything the narrator begins to idolize Tillford placing him, as he does Sunstreak. The narrator begins to like Tillford more than he does his own father. There is also a sense that the narrator sees a similarity with his own passion for horses, in Tillford, which may be the reason that the narrator begins to idolize him. But one day he loses his respect. Narrator and his friend go to see horse racing. Sunstreak wins and narrator go after Jerry Tillford who with his friends was going to celebrate. They go into one house. Narrator sees from window. He sees Tillford making love with a woman. This scene shatters his all respect and h...

Conscience is instinct bred in the house,  Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin  By an unnatural breeding in and in.  I say, Turn it out doors,  Into the moors.  I love a life whose plot is simple,  And does not thicken with every pimple,  A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it,  That makes the universe no worse than 't finds it.  I love an earnest soul,  Whose mighty joy and sorrow  Are not drowned in a bowl,  And brought to life to-morrow;  That lives one tragedy,  And not seventy;  A conscience worth keeping;  Laughing not weeping;  A conscience wise and steady,  And forever ready;  Not changing with events,  Dealing in compliments;  A conscience exercised about  Large things, where one may doubt.  I love a soul not all of wood,  Predestinated to be good,  But true to the backbone  Unto itself alone,  And false to n...

Why should I keep holiday,  When other men have none?  Why but because when these are gay,  I sit and mourn alone.  And why when mirth unseals all tongues  Should mine alone be dumb?  Ah! late I spoke to silent throngs,  And now their hour is come. Compensation is a very short poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson. The poem seems a death poem. Poet says that why should he keep holiday when other men are working. He says that when other are happy, he is sitting alone and mourning. Other people are talking joyfully but poet is dumb. In the end poet wants to talk with silent crowd to say that now their hour is come.

Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,  Of thee from the hill-top looking down;  The heifer that lows in the upland farm,  Far-heard , lows not thine ear to charm;  The sexton, tolling his bell at noon,  Deems not that great Napoleon  Stops his horse, and lists with delight,  Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height;  Nor knowest thou what argument  Thy life to thy neighbor's creed has lent.  All are needed by each one;  Nothing is fair or good alone.  I thought the sparrow's note from heaven,  Singing at dawn on the alder bough;  I brought him home, in his nest, at even;  He sings the song, but it pleases not now,  For I did not bring home the river and sky; —  He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.  The delicate shells lay on the shore;  The bubbles of the latest wave  Fresh pearls to their enamel gave;  And the bellowing o...

I think awhile of Love, and while I think,  Love is to me a world,  Sole meat and sweetest drink,  And close connecting link  Tween heaven and earth.  I only know it is, not how or why,  My greatest happiness;  However hard I try,  Not if I were to die,  Can I explain.  I fain would ask my friend how it can be,  But when the time arrives,  Then Love is more lovely  Than anything to me,  And so I'm dumb.  For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak,  But only thinks and does;  Though surely out 'twill leak  Without the help of Greek,  Or any tongue.  A man may love the truth and practise it,  Beauty he may admire,  And goodness not omit,  As much as may befit  To reverence.  But only when these three together meet,  As they always incline,  And make one soul the seat,  And favorite retreat,  Of loveliness; ...