Harness the Boundless Love?

Unrequited-Part 4 Continued From… “Since that fateful evening, we started re-joining the threads that had been dangling loose.” He suddenly stopped, “Am I boring you, kid?” Hemanta was living every word of his mentor; boredom was a far-fetched word, so he replied irritatingly, “Can you stop being modest and continue, please?” “Ha ha ha!” he laughed out, “You are the first and last soul to … Continue reading Harness the Boundless Love?

Nayantaras – On The Sky

Unrequited (Part 3) Continued From… “Nopes! You know I don’t carry fags. But, let’s go downstairs and get a packet,” said Aniket after some time. Slowly the two men walked downstairs – one who has seen a lot in life and the other who assumed to have seen a lot. Once they settled down in the coffee shop on the ground floor, Aniket asked, “shoot … Continue reading Nayantaras – On The Sky

The Rendezvous

Unrequited (Part 2) Continued From… “Hey! Thank you. But, I….” Ankita faltered, “I don’t need it.” His smile was infectious, and thrusting the pack in her hand, he said, “Feel at home. I will get your tea in a jiffy.” He left. Like the hundred other ladies, enchanted by his presence, she took the pack and lit a cig. She hadn’t even taken her second … Continue reading The Rendezvous

Sketch of two hands

Love Story of Lost Souls

Unrequited (Part 1) She was dressed in a simple sky-blue saree with mauve border, with her hair tied in a perfect top bun. She drew her eyes with caution and made sure to wear the matching coral lipstick. Although an extra effort was taken to cover up every wrinkle on her face, yet she was meticulous enough not to overdo. The miniature diamond jewellery glittered … Continue reading Love Story of Lost Souls

Bus On Fire

A Loss Which Had No Periphery

While five buses were set blazing on the arterial Eastern Metropolitan Bypass road, Riha stood frozen at the kitchen door of the small hut in the slums nearby. On getting the news sometimes back, she had come running to Harish’s house, but she hadn’t been able to walk up to the lady sitting near the fire. While there was commotion outside, her heart was apathetic … Continue reading A Loss Which Had No Periphery