ABSTRACT
He has been gazing at the mosquito on the wall for the last fifteen minutes. And he wishes this situation to go on. Can’t it go on another fifteen minutes, fifteen hours, another fifteen days, fifteen years-can’t it go on all life long? A couple of years ago his life had seemed to acquire a tremendous significance, his thoughts had blossomed magnificently and things like duties, responsibilities had taken off chairs and tables and spreading wings landed on his shoulders and sent him soaring to the lanes of Sealdah, Howrah, Kasba, Ballygunge Place, College Street and a motley assortment of houses in the city and its suburbs. At present mosquito-gazing is of the highest significance.
