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…
Tag: Shortstory blog
Parvati – The Mother
Minu’s story Minu stared blankly at the lifeless body of her son as he hung from the tall Mango tree. It was the same tree where she used to lay him down in a hammock when he was a baby and lull him to sleep swinging it gently, as she worked in the Mango orchard sorting the fruits for the season. The tall listless body of Biju was taken down slowly and laid out in front of her. Minu sat in a stony silence as her husband, Shiben, sat hunched…
