The search for a suitable home

Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Soumil and Mohona just sat there hand in hand contended. There was nothing to rejoice only contentment – one that comes from being unburdened. A chapter came to a close. This chapter started nine years back when little Raspy was little indeed. “Raspy don’t, you’ll get hurt!” Mohona came out of …

Tibu meets Poi

Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Tibu the little fawn was grazing alongside his mother. The whole herd had spread out and were happy munching on the juicy grass. Tibu was the only fawn in this herd and everybody loved him. He ran to an uncle a little further than his mom then to an aunty then …

When love gets tiring

Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar “When are you back dear?” Hir asks her husband who hurries into his car. “Usual, but Joe should be here around 7” Ash is upbeat. So is Hir, Joe a is a delightful company, he is having dinner and also staying over for the weekend. Hir waves goodbye and goes inside …

Madam Koshy

story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar She looked weary and tired. I took a long look at her from the window of my wagonR. I do that every day and then for the next ten minutes keep brooding about the purpose of her sitting at the bus stop opposite to the entrance arch of my residential complex. …

The Tunnel

Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar It has been a while but I still remember the day I almost met my doom. Tuesday it was and I had fewer classes so I wrapped up early and planned to visit the old fort. It was just round the corner after the university campus in a somewhat deserted location …

Promise of a home

-Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Divya was forced to change trains and somehow managed to reach Mughalsarai past midnight, another hour max by road to her college hostel in Varanasi. But there was nothing to travel by! Just when she had lost hope, a car stopped right in front of her and offered her a lift. …

The tourist

(Won the Ruskin Bond Literary Award at Dehradun Literature Fest 2023) By Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar “Have you noticed that man?” Viru gestures towards someone. It is past dusk and the faint light of the bus stand is hardly sufficient to see anyone. “No, why?” Ishfaq strains his eyes to see who Viru is referring to. “I …

Number four

Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar The slow yet incessant rain made me a bit irritated. People waiting at the bus stop were few and buses were fewer still. The autos all full zoomed past never stopping. I paced up and down the little shaded area to keep away from getting drenched. After a while an auto …

The many lives of Bharati

Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Bharati drove past the posh market street enchantingly lined up with branded shops. ‘So much money must have been spent on the decor’ thought Bharati, ‘and the location must also bleed the company through their noses – and there are hardly any buyers, albeit footfall is high.’  She smiled to herself …

Once at dusk

Story By Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Nirvi hadn’t seen a better a sunset in her 26 years of existence. The sun was low on the horizon splashing yellow all over the landscape. A peacock perched on a nearby rock fitted perfectly with the backdrop of the sand outstretched in every direction that the eye could see. Nirvi …

Nobs finds Hops

by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Bheti - the gentle turtle “Hops! Where are you?” Nobs crawled on looking from left to right, two steps forward and turning back again. It has been a few months now, Nobs can see Hops - turning a corner while on land or beckoning him from the land whilst he is in …

Rusty goes swimming…

By Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar In memory of our beloved Kheti who left us on the 3rd of September... Little Rusty was anxious. She had not seen Tommy since yesterday evening. Initially they thought Tommy must have gone swimming across the ridge which he loved to do often but it had been too long he should have …

The G’lander kids

The detour was a small one, hardly a couple of fathoms more than the usual way home. It was bordered by a line of very tall bushes and no one knew what lay beyond. At least the children of Giti’s age didn’t. He never asked his parents as he knew the answer he would get, “There is a time for everything”.

A Tour of Earth from L’Orgrehi

K’Rell was going to Earth, for a business deal. He was travelling in his one-person frigate, upgraded with state-of-the-art security and a powerful FTL engine. He had heard many stories about Earth, and how beautiful it was, both its urban side, and the Biomes. K’Rell was not impressed. Surely it could not be more beautiful than the great cities and vast natural parks of his home planet, L’Orgrehi?

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Short Story: C for Choices

One day, long ago, I was sitting at a desk, doodling, instead of studying. I was quite intelligent, and I arrogantly believed that I could probably handle whatever tests and exams I had to give with a minimal amount of studying. Deep down, though, I probably knew that I had to study, and immerse myself in academics, if I wanted to succeed in life. Still, I lazed about and enjoyed myself by doing pointless things.

পুনর্বিন্যাস

সকালটা ভারি সুন্দর ছিল। ফুরফুরে হাওয়া, হালকা মিঠে রোদ। হাতে কাগজ, পাশের টেবিলে চায়ের কাপ। হঠাৎ  এক শালিক বাবাজি এসে ডাকাডাকি শুরু করল। সবাই জানে শালিকের ডাক মোটেও শ্রুতিমধুর নয। একটু হুট হুট করলাম, তাতে কাজ হল, সে চলে গেল। চাযে চুমুক দিয়ে দেখি তিনি জুরন্তি নগরে গেছেন। মিতালি মিতালি বলে হাঁকা হাঁকি শুরু করলাম, উত্তর এল না। আলসেমি করে উঠলাম না, কাগজে মননিবেশ করলাম। একটু পরে দেখি নিজে থেকেই গরম ধুমায়িত চা এসে হাজির,হাসি মুখে ঠান্ডা চায়ের কাপটা ধরিয়ে দিলাম পচার মাকে।

Short Story: B for Botticelli

Hari saw the onset of an eminent bull fight between Padam amd Anurag and chipped in, “I have a splitting head ache guys, can we have this rather serious discussion tomorrow please.”

Short Story: A for Achievement

Campus day was closing in and both were getting weary. They were both eyeing a particular company and a position. Sharat asked Ritu, “How far are you willing to go to get this position?” Ritu was prompt, “I could kill you.” They both had a hearty laugh and yet deep down they knew it was true.

Derean and the attack on Fraglior

Derean sluggishly walked, or rather, crawled towards his house on the cliff. He had just gone to the serambora to get his gerapod checked [1]. It had been looking sick for the past few days. The serambora told him it probably had feratitis[2]. Before that, he had gone to work at the demalor [3] mines.