Yara knew it was time and raised her lotus shaped eyes to scan the skies. The moon was a large glowing disc in the dark velvet firmament. The earth below lay silent and serene bathed in its white silvery light. The water reflected the shine brightening up Yara’s pearly white face and etched luminous patterns on her lustrous tresses that shimmered as Yara shook her head in desperation. The fish, swimming by were enthralled by her ethereal beauty. They bowed their heads in reverence to the Water Princess. Yara ignored…
Category: Short Stories
A category that comprises short stories. These are tiny tales that are easy to read. It also comprises story excerpts. The genre of stories it includes are:
- Relationships
- Supernatural
- Life
- Humour
The stories are quick and easy to read. It provides fun reading. Stories are related to life and every day experience.
The Forgotten Face
Shombhu always intrigued Tani. His balcony that overlooked the streets was diagonally opposite Granny’s drawing room. Every time Tani visited Granny, she would see him perambulating the narrow stretch of space gesturing animatedly and constantly talking. However, his conversations were always with someone who was only visible to him. Everyone in their neighbourhood knew him as ‘Mad Shombhu’. But Tani thought otherwise. He was a tall, fair, and handsome man of about 40-45 years of age. A thick mop of curly white hair and a salt and pepper stubble gave…
The Dream Seller
Arshi was scared. It was a feeling new to her. Arshi Mallik, the youngest CEO, star academic, brilliant entrepreneur, did not know fear. She could not afford to. But now, for the first time in her life she was terrified of what lay ahead. Her organization that she had built with her own hands, her entire career was now at stake. BrainVita, her startup organization, nurtured talented students with additional guidance and coaching in the absence of physical classes. It was a breakthrough in academic support particularly during the pandemic.…
The Journey Towards Light
Clang! The iron jaws of the furnace clamped shut. The metal teeth froze against each other closing all doors of escape. The flames of the pyre leapt up higher, their orange tongues licking the roof of the furnace till it gleamed red. He rose gently. His body felt light and weightless. He had not felt like this for a long time. Stepping out of the flames he looked back brushing the ash from his arms. The familiar faces looked blurry in the gathering smoke. He smiled and turned around. His…
The Song of the Valkyries
Prologue Mala sat on the bare ground hugging her knees, waiting! There was a strange anxiety tingling in her heart. It was a mix of anticipation and hope. She raised her tired eyes to stare at the sky above in a silent fear. She half turned to look at Mangal lying prostrate next to her and shivered slightly. His arms were casually splayed across his chest; his mouth half open. His blank eyes staring back at her. Her hands trembled as Mala moved them lightly over his lids to pull…
The Sculptor
A sculptor draws inspiration from life around him. But what if Death is his only inspiration?
The Homecoming – A Requiem
Ashok peered down from his balcony into the narrow lane that lay beneath his house. It was almost 4 pm and he knew it was time for Keka’s weekly visit. It was a Saturday and Keka would be coming over to spend some time with them. Ever since his illness, Ashok would have either of his daughters spend time with them. Jui, his eldest, had just left for her evening classes having spent the day with them. Now it was Keka’s turn to spend the evening. Ashok checked his watch…
The Samaritan’s Pledge- Idris’ story
The stench of death was overpowering. Soham and Ahmed stood at a distance covering their mouths and noses. The sultry air around the mortuary reeked of it clogging their nostrils and stifling them. The cloying odour of formalin floated in the hot sticky air as a strong reminder of where they stood. The two men wrinkled their nose and looked the other way. Like always, they would wait here till Idris called for them. They watched silently as the older man walked up to the office. Age had slackened his…
The Final Farewell
The sky had adorned an unpleasant bleakness. Probal stared at it listlessly. Its pale yellowness weighed heavily on him and pulled him into depths of desolation. Dusk always saddened Probal. It was the time for goodbyes when life slowed down to rest. When the birds flapped their wings wearily towards their nests, Probal knew it was time. The sky would now be sheathed in the black cloak of night and the houses in their colony would light up their slit-like windows with the low powered yellow bulbs plunging Probal’s world…
The Deliverance of Binapani
The small shack was hot and sultry. Binapani, its hapless owner, looked up thoughtfully towards the gaping hole in her thatched roof. The harsh October sun scorched her bare back as she adjusted her soiled sari to cover it and shaded her eyes as she waited with bated breath. It was the morning of Bijoya Dashami, the last day of the five-day festivities that celebrated the homecoming of the Goddess Durga. For Bengal and its diaspora all over the world, this was a day filled with sadness and forlornness. A…
