Sukanya knew it was him the moment he boarded the bus. The slouched shoulders and the bushy eyebrows could not belong to anybody else. His hair had thinned out no doubt. Sukanya smiled as she remembered how she had loved running her hand through the thick mane once upon a time. It seemed like time had left her standing at the same place where he had left her or was it she who refused to move? “ Was Sukanya’s love able to defy the mere constraints set by death?…
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.
Bijoya Dashami – Farewell to the Mother
As they lifted her off the platform on which she was stationed for five long days, I felt a lurch in my heart. It felt as if a part of my heart itself was being displaced. I looked into her eyes that were filled with kindness and love for the millions who revered them. It felt as if she was forgiving me for all my faults and assuring me to continue harboring hope and faith.I was bidding farewell to our Mother. I was preparing for one of the most painful…
An Unfinished Love Affair
You left…..but you forgot to take the memories with you..that would have made it a bit easier for me to reconcile the fact that I was your first boyfriend and there was much we had to do together – go out for a walk in the early morning, feel the dew on the fresh grass with our bare feet, or just sit back lazily watching the budding flowers bloom. Simple things which we had been planning together for a long long time. I wanted to lend you my shoulder to cry…
A Holiday in Hoylake
Image Credit: www.pexel.com “That must be a white swan over there and that one will be a teddy bear” thought little Ria as she stared at the while cottony clouds flying by her aircraft window. While her parents dozed off next to her, Ria spent her time making up imaginary characters out of the shapes of clouds that floated by her window. It was her summer holidays and she was off to visit her Mother’s uncle who lived in the United Kingdom. Ria had heard about the UK in her…
Day 24: X-Mas in Kolkata
My first experience of the Kolkata Christmas was in the 1980’s when I as a 5year old dazed eyed kid entered the hallowed portals of Kolkata’s New Market to do our Christmas shopping. The city then still lived a quiet existence unlike its present state when every occasion calls for a blast. In my childhood, Christmas was restricted to the Central Kolkata area (mostly New Market, and Park Street) and the rest of the city, other than a few household like ours slept peacefully through the Christmas carols being played…
Youth Comes Calling
What is it that makes you wish to tune in to Raag malhar on a Monday morning? It must be a special feeling that inspires such joy to liven up the usually evil Monday. Well, I believe in my case it must have been my Sunday evening movie. I went for Yeh Jawaani Hain Diwaani and came out with a chirpy, light and blissful feeling in my heart. In short, I felt happy. In the midst of all the struggles and strife that life forces us to deal with, Dharma…
IPL Cricket – The Passion Slayer
Cricket , traditionally considered to be a gentleman’s game has always brought out ungentlemanly emotions in most men and women. I have seen men swear and shout indecencies and women salivating at the sight of handsome players on the field. My earliest association with the game also invoked a very strong emotion – irritation. My brother an ardent cricket fan tried his best to draw me into the spirit of the sport with no effect; my father was stunned to know he had fathered a non-sports lover like me; my…
Hungry for More
What do you do when you finish reading a good novel? You know it’s over and you can no longer remain drenched in its satiating outpour and yet you are left thirsting for more. That is exactly the feeling Amitava Ghosh’s “The Hungry Tide” left me with. Yes for those of you who are dropping jaws at my late rising. I finally ended up reading the book. I have probably realized the true meaning of the adage “Better late than never” now. The mesmerizing strength of his prose, the seductive…
Durga Puja – The Charm continues
Once upon a time when life was without its whys and what ifs, a little girl lived in her own magical world in the southern part of Calcutta (which we now know as Kolkata). The locality she lived in was inhabited by simple middle class people with mediocre dreams and aspirations. There were no high rise constructions overshadowing the sky and trams tinkled and trundled on their defined paths. Her house, lovingly built by her grandfather, had a huge shiuli(small white flowers with an orange stalk . It is associated with…
The Inner Me
I am a little person. I am new to the world as I have been here for only three years and already its sights and fancies are beginning to amaze me. I have already been introduced to a new feeling which people around me call “fear”. My first experience of this new feeling came when I learnt that my mother, the person who I was most used to seeing around me for all these years of my life, was soon going to be replaced by several unknown or not so…
