the new world

The new world.

It was an ordinary morning at the Bhowmicks. Mr. Bhowmick got up at 5:43 a.m., woke his wife, who got up and made breakfast. Meanwhile Mr. Bhowmick declared his prayers to Kali-Mata, the benefactor goddess of his family. The Hindu sculpture was an heirloom from his mother and reminded him of his childhood back in North East India. Mrs. Bhowmick was an agnostic. She did not believed in prayers or any other religious things. She habitually complained, which leaded to dilemmas and a lot of discussions. Also this morning a debate was taking place. This time it was about how the dutiful Mr. Bhowmick did not wanted to talk about his feelings. As he recovered from his spiritual experience, where he discovered how sassy Kali-Mata’s tongue was, which he analysed to be a warning and that he should watch out for sinners. Mr. Bhowmick ate his French toast and went out to his Oldsmobile. On the other side of the fence, the modern neighbour, Al Stazniak existentially sneezed. Bu...