The mundane details of daily life often lack any apparent significance, and so they rarely earn the dignity of being called stories. Many forgotten memories from childhood fade away as we grow older. And even the glittering moments of joy and sorrow in adulthood slip away into the folds of time. Most notably, no one wants to share tales of life with one’s wife, perhaps from a belief like, “Kehaaihridoykhuriyabedonajagate chai?” (Who dares to stir the heart and awaken old pain?)

But in this book, the author takes that risk wholeheartedly, like Sunil Babu, clutching life in the palm of his hand. And should this literary journey succeed, the credit will go to his everyday ‘tormentor’—oops, beloved.

These stories, written in a spirit of sheer fun, perhaps hold no deeper meaning—hence the title, Trifling Tales

 Dear reader, are they really Trifling Tales?