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I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from SBPnB Book 1

SBPnB Book 1

https://shoptly.com/i/vm2

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books (https://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu) -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly (https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu) Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile (https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu) This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile- https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

The next set of works will be from my store in shoptly.com. I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them from me via paypal- https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu [don’t forget to drop me a line @ sermistabasu@gmail.com after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $1.00

Shoptly Posts 16

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books (https://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu) -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly (https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu) Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile (https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu) This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile- https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

The next set of works will be from my store in shoptly.com. I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them from me via paypal- https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu [don’t forget to drop me a line @ sermistabasu@gmail.com after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $1.00

I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from Agnimalya 9: the soul devourers

Agnimalya Book 9 The Soul Devourers

https://shoptly.com/i/ro2

The soul devourers (part)

Things passed like a dream for the first few months- a job, a small rented flat in her sister’s employees’ multistoried house a salary she could never dream of in Kolkata. Then she started having those strange nightmares. Her sister often invited her to stay with her overnight, an offer she gladly accepted.

Those were the nights of nightmares.

She slept like a log, so unlike her! No tossing and turning during the nights, and every morning the alarm woke her up. But when she woke up she had a vague feeling that she was not alone in the night. Someone else was there in the room, or may be more than one.

Then those strange marks on her arms, two or more small puncture marks. But they were not wounds. They were more like pigmentations. They kept appearing on her body. Her colleagues seemed to talk on multiple levels. She could not grasp the inner meaning of all the multilayered speech, but others did. That made her feel very uncomfortable, and something told her that they wanted her out of there.

She was brought up to treat people well, nicely. Maybe that’s why they were not very eager to butcher her like her sister was. Then she had to leave the town without saying goodbye.

Once, she woke up in the dead of night, for no apparent reason. She was about to go back to sleep when she heard something – the strange sound of chanting seeped through the walls! She checked the watch. It was three in the morning. The language was absolutely unknown to her. It was not Sanskrit or any other language she has heard in all her thirty years of life.

She opened the door. A faint light seeped out from one of the doors of her landlord’s home. Something pulled her towards it, and resisting her natural impulse to believe in the privacy of others, she walked towards it. One of the windows was open, just a crack. She pressed her eyes on it.

Disgust and unease swept through her. Her landlord, his wife, and some of her colleagues were standing around a table. A young woman was lying on it; she seemed to be drugged because her eyes were open but she was absolutely insensate to her surroundings. They were wearing black hooded dress like the devil worshippers of horror movies, their apparent leader, wearing a scarlet robe was standing with his or her back towards her she could not see the face.

The unconscious girl had not a thread on her body and it was painted with bizarre diagrams. They all had small knives in their hands, the edge of those knives were as pointed as needle. Then their leader turned a bit, and she could see his face.

It was her brother in law.

——–Rest in book——-

Thursday Bouquet 6.6.19

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have a great day full of joy and laughter!

lots of Love.

Sharmishtha Basu

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THURSDAY RHYMES 6.6.19

Black and white are symbols

Black is evil

White is bad

don’t go by palette

it’s just a metaphor!

Those were really nice days

when people were naïve.

They had the courage

to point out their fingers and say,

“This is bad, I ain’t gonna do it!”

or openly applaud

everything that was nice.

I rhymed well with those days

though they were before I was.

Still I wish they come back

they come back again and stay.

Honesty is becoming an illusion,

everybody is trying to be neutral,

busy looking for “goodness” and

“Evil” in every soul, even if one

is not there!

They are just over-eager to paint

the whole world in different shades

of gray!

A bouquet of wildflowers

This book is mostly about human nature, its complexity. Both its darkness and light has been shared in this book. Beware many poems are pretty direct, harsh straight from real world! But there are a few lighter ones too don’t worry.

As you may know it started with my storybooks in 2017, I kept the titles of the books but changed their contents fully, excluding the title stories. I told that I will include the poetry books from next year, here they are from 2018 onwards the contents of the poetry books will change too, most probably every year. In case of poetry books there are no title poems so majority of the contents or all contents will change. Hope you will enjoy them! I really don’t have any intentions of adding more titles in Amazon, I have stuffed up too many already, but I am stuffed with works so I will just change the contents every year, of as many books as I can handle! The createspace books, the paperbacks will be deleted this year-2019, so from this year onwards only poems, illustrated books will be in shoptly only barring few illustration based books in Kindle.

Shoptly Posts 15

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books (https://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu) -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly (https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu) Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile (https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu) This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile- https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

The next set of works will be from my store in shoptly.com. I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them from me via paypal- https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu [don’t forget to drop me a line @ sermistabasu@gmail.com after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $1.00

I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from Agnimalya 8: the tower

Agnimalya Book 8 The Tower

https://shoptly.com/i/qeg

The tower (part)

It was a dilapidated old watch tower, situated outside the old manor where a wicked king lived centuries ago. Her father used to tell them that people dug up skeletons from the surrounding areas even when he was young the victims of the king who was dead centuries ago.

“That manor is haunted.” her father used to scare them with dozens of ghost stories, ghosts he or persons he knows have witnessed.

“One night, I was returning from college, the bus dropped us past midnight. I had to walk past the manor.”

“I swear I could hear someone following me. I could hear the sound of the small bells of her anklets and her bangles all through the way. But every time I looked back I saw a black bitch following me at a distance.”

“Then….?” The kids used to ask in chorus.

-0-

“I fell sick that night.” the story teller used to continue quite grimly.

“Doctors could not analyze the cause of my fever, high fever. Grandma used to stay in my room all night.”

“That night she suddenly woke up feeling strange, as if something was really wrong. When she looked at my bed she swore she saw a woman sitting beside me. In the semi darkness she could see that it was a very beautiful woman wearing the dresses of British Era notch girls: glittering lehenga (Indian long skirt), choli (top that comes with it), chunni (stole) and ornaments of pure gold studded with real gems! They were sparkling in the moonlight that was scattered on the bed. Her hair was long and not braided. It fell all over her body like another veil, black one.”

“Who is it?” she mumbled incoherently.

“She just vanished right in front of my eyes! But not before I could see her eyes. They were glowing like the eyes of predators in dark.”

“A shudder ran down my spine. It took me few seconds to gather courage and scream!”…your grandma told me later.” Her father would have continued the story, surrounded by a bunch of gaping kids, swallowing every word that came out of his mouth.

“She said she felt like fainting but gathered her nerves and started screaming.”

“Grandpa came running from the next room. He on his turn swears that he saw a black bitch skulking out of the room. He chased it but could not find it after reaching the garden. The main door to the house was wide open, and he remembered locking it himself before retiring to bed, no one took the blame for leaving it wide open!”

“When husband and wife discussed their experiences with the rest of the family members the stories naturally spread, soon the whole village was talking about it and sharing own experiences with that cursed tower.”

“Then a suggestion came because by that time the family members were terrified.”

“No matter how hard they tried, how many people they placed around me in my bed, everyone fell asleep at the same time, in a deep senseless slumber.

When they woke up everything was just the way it was only the patient was slowly slipping to death.”

“I have turned into a skeleton only a thin layer of flesh was left wrapped around the skeleton. God only knew where all the nutritious food was vanishing.”

“At that time there was a famous sage in our town, who was capable of getting rid of evil spirits… Baba Yogeswaranand. He was famous for saving people from evil spirits.”

“He was called in.”

——–Rest in book——-

Shoptly Posts 14

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books (https://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu) -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly (https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu) Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile (https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu) This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile- https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

The next set of works will be from my store in shoptly.com. I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them from me via paypal- https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu [don’t forget to drop me a line @ sermistabasu@gmail.com after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $1.00

I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from Agnimalya 7: an adult love story

agnimalya book 7 an adult love story

https://shoptly.com/i/p2b

An adult love story (part)

He went upstairs. Opened the door and entered the flat. The place was familiar he has been here before, dozens of times.

The girl was sitting in the drawing room with a tray of snacks to go with hard drinks. She stood up, he gasped. She was beautiful. There was something ethereal about her, her body was frail, skin rose and peaches. Knee long hair and huge black eyes… She was meant for palaces not brothels! Then she spoke and he swallowed hard.

Her voice was soft, sweet and very sophisticated.

“Please have a seat!” she softly smiled, showing her perfect mouth and teeth.

“Who are you?” he asked.

The girl looked at him in a quizzical manner, “You are Mr. Joshi, right?”

He nodded.

“You are here for the night?” she asked again to confirm.

He nodded again.

“Well I am Rakhi.” She answered with a sweet smile. “Sit down. What will I pour you?”

“Any fruit juice with lots of ice.” He was able to speak again.

After taking a few sips he asked her directly, “What are you doing here? You don’t belong here!”

——–Rest in book——-

Shoptly Posts 13

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books (https://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu) -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly (https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu) Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile (https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu) This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile- https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

The next set of works will be from my store in shoptly.com. I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them from me via paypal- https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu [don’t forget to drop me a line @ sermistabasu@gmail.com after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $1.00

I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from Agnimalya 6: the ones left behind

Agnimalya Book 6 The ones left behind

https://shoptly.com/i/vmv

The ones left behind (part)

She woke up in a dark place. Faint light of candles was giving the place a really scary look. She knew she was dreaming like some dreamers do. It was a deserted temple.

There was an altar far away. Some thing was on it. She peered it was an infant. Just born baby! She could see she was uncomfortable on the cold slab. Yeah it was a girl wearing a pink frock. She was about to pick it up when a hand fell on her shoulder.

A hideous, twisted set of fingers gripped her shoulder. The talons went lower than her breasts and pricked her chest under the flimsy nightgown she was wearing.

“That hand can wrench my head away….” was the thought that flashed across her mind she could feel its might by the pressure on her shoulder. She dared not to look back.

“It’s mine!” it hissed in a voice that talked in human tongue but sounded more like a snake’s hissing. “You have given it to me before it was born!”

Then it passed by her and she saw it. She slumped on the floor. An eight or ten feet tall creature, humanoid, with twisted but powerful hand, leg, torso! It looked ebony black. A tangled mat of locks was tumbling down its head, its face was like a giant snake, or looked like that from behind, in that too dimly lit place.

Lata had no intentions of ensuring what it looked like, if only she could close her eyes or wake up!

Like all dreamers she was denied both. She stared as that demon picked up the infant, now screaming with discomfort. She could feel its pain, it was her own child!

“Give her back to me!” she screamed.

The thing turned and faced her. Two deep ochre eyes locked into her, she felt her soul singed by their taunt and spite. The next second it vanished with the baby. Death silence greeted her plea.

——–Rest in book——-

Shoptly Posts 12

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books (https://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu) -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly (https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu) Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile (https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu) This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile- https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

The next set of works will be from my store in shoptly.com. I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them from me via paypal- https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu [don’t forget to drop me a line @ sermistabasu@gmail.com after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $1.00

I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from Agnimalya 5: the touch

Agnimalya Book 5 The Touch

https://shoptly.com/i/vmu

The touch (part)

Misha sat down beside the river. The sun was setting on the other bank, behind a small line of trees. Its pink rays touched the river and turned it crimson.

She wondered if it was with happiness or shyness.

The river water rippled and touched her feet. A cool sensation filled up her body. She stretched her feet and dipped them in the water. The water softly rippled around her feet as if it was touching her, playing with her.

There was something about water that pulled her like magnet. She often had a dream or dreams like that. That she was falling into water. But after falling she did not drowned. In place of that she could swim in it like fishes do.

She got up. She had to return home before sunset… before dark. Or else Shekhar, her father will send a search party for her.

“Hey little girl…” her father was waiting on the verandah.

“Hey dad!” she smiled.

A tray with two glasses of lemonades was waiting, ice cold. As if he knew when she will show up or the more logical reason, he has been sitting here, and when he noticed her climbing up and down the small hillock to reach home he must have asked for the lemonades.

“I will be going out on trip tomorrow…. Rani will stay with you till I return…” he said. “Will miss you darling…but will have to go…”

“Its ok daddy…” she snuggled close to him and laid her head on his shoulder.

He left next morning, early. His sister Rani came over to stay with Misha.

Rani was very fond of Misha, and her late mother Sudebi, who passed away all of a sudden only a month ago.

Misha was very close to her mother, her father was a frequent traveler, rarely at home. At her mother’s request he bought this house on the bank of a mountain river, with huge amount of land on one bank, including a small wood.

The river looked quite nice during summer and winter but in monsoon they could hear it from their bed, roaring, hitting the rocks as it made its way through them.

It looked beautiful- like thunder, like lightning- like erupting volcano. It went a kilometer or so like that, then after a little fall of 500 meters or so it formed a deep pool, very beautiful as you can guess! Surrounded by green trees and huge rocks it was one of the spots where Sudebi and Shekhar took Misha for Saturday afternoon or full day picnics. She was not allowed there without adult company.

Locals said the water was so deep that no one has touched its bottom. When someone drowns there it’s really hard to revive the body unless it surfaces by itself.

“After a while you will feel like there is a black wall under you!” one of the regular divers has told Misha. She loved hearing stories about the villages and its people and often talked with them.

“Maybe the hills and trees stop the sunlight. But it truly feels like wall.” He has said.

She believed him. She knew that the rescue operations here were done by locals, they did not had any breathing equipments, so, after a while they will return to shore, and lack of oxygen may create hallucination. Or what they say is true, light does not reaches after a certain depth. When light is out darkness truly looks like wall, under the water or on ground! She has seen it during power outages, right out of her window! As if a dark wall has sprung up, only the fireflies and stars tell her that no… light is there!

So yeah she believed them!

The deer, rabbits and birds from the woods roamed freely in their land, garden. It was a lovely place to live in. A place of pure beauty and peace!

Shekhar, Misha’s father was devastated when Sudebi passed away. It was just one day fever, Shekhar was away, Rani rushed here from Delhi, tried her best, the best doctor was called but she died before passing the night.

No one could console Shekhar for days! At first he thought about selling the property, returning to Delhi but Misha begged him to not to. She too loved this place. She passed every minute of her free time out in the nature. The only time she was home was from sunset to sunrise. Shekhar too was almost always out of home, mostly on trips. So with time they will forget the tragic loss. But if they sell this house and move to Delhi there will be no return!

Shekhar has built a tree house for her in a sturdy tree near the woods. The house was visible from home and guard station. So it was absolutely safe and a piece of heaven for Misha, she often took her books there and studied or read.

This Tree House was Misha’s personal heaven. No one else went there, they were too busy to join her there, and she just loved that. It had two rooms, a toilet and a small balcony. A professional tree house builder was hired to build the house.

Shekhar and Sudebi had placed a board on it too! “Misha’s den- No entry without permission!”

——–Rest in book——-

Come smile with me 2.6.19

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have a great day full of joy and laughter!

lots of Love.

Sharmishtha Basu

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Shoptly Posts 11

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books (https://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu) -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly (https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu) Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile (https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu) This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile- https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

The next set of works will be from my store in shoptly.com. I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them from me via paypal- https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu [don’t forget to drop me a line @ sermistabasu@gmail.com after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $1.00

I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from Agnimalya 4: the reptile

Agnimalya Book 4 the reptile

https://shoptly.com/i/vmt

The reptile

“Live frogs….” Jayant looked around… where was he? He was lying on a slippery floor, it did not felt cold though. Actually his senses were numb. As if he has frozen.

Then the memories started coming back. Years flashed in his mind like minutes. It was love at first sight.

She was the free spirit, he was born in chains. She was sweet, innocent and full of life. So unfit for the bad bad world! He sort of became her “knight in black armour.”

She fell for that (stunt, sorry) devoted love! He coaxed her to elope and marry, knowing very well that her parents will never allow him to marry their daughter. Older people are always against young folks!

Within one year problems started rearing their head, he wanted her to obey him! Why won’t she? She was his wife! She was supposed to obey him… with years he realized one thing! Why men did not allowed women freedom and education! They must have realized the truth in Vedic times, teach women and allow them freedom they will go out in the world and won’t let men flitter around them!

Especially those who wanted to control them! Their lives!

Well soon the nagging started!

“I want to finish my post graduation!”

“OK then let me join a coaching center for government jobs!”

“Fine … fine at least let me join a center that trains for school service commission exams! That is a respectable job I guess! I will work in girl’s school!”

“I won’t have a child now! You don’t have a steady job! We are in our early twenties so we can wait for another two or three years!”

Then things became ugly, she started throwing tantrums! He did one thing smart though… he blocked her path to return to her parents! First, he was not of her caste and her father was quite fussy about that! So being his wife she no longer was of their caste, thus if she returns there she will be treated like an outcaste, something a woman like her won’t tolerate!”

The only miscalculation was instead of becoming docile she got nasty!

She has been nagging all month for “coaching for school… damned service commission! Finally he lost his cool! Come on! He was a man!

She was hospitalized but she did not call the cops. He bought a silk sari for her on their wedding anniversary.

She was waiting for him calmly in home, table was set, with his favorite delicacies.

“Are you bidding me farewell?” he tried humouring her but she just smiled wanly.

“No remembering the boy who wooed me with roses and chocolates!” she said, watching him eat, licking his fingers. The dishes were extra tasty tonight! Maybe she got the message!

“Why are you not eating?” he asked.

“I will… after you have finished, in your plate…” she smiled sweetly. He watched her keenly, was she mocking him? But her face was placid. He would have suspected foul play!

Nisha! Where was that witch! He tried to get up but could not, all he could do was crawl forth on his belly. He could not close his eyes. His eyelids were gone!

He dragged himself to the opening of the cave…. It was so murky! What happened to his vision!

“Live frogs….” The voice rasped real close to his ears. He turned his face and screamed but all that came out of his mouth was a sharp hiss… a huge water snake was swimming by with a frog in its mouth!

Instinctively he turned his head… to look at his elongated body in green and yellow.