[After a long I have tried to write something. It’ll be great if you read this and let me know…
The Wee Hours We’re Livin’ In…
Everyone is celebrating to-day. The celebration had started when the news flashed on the National TV channels and web browsers.…
Red Blue Gray: A Note from the Author’s Desk
The journey name National Novel Writing Month had ended few minutes back. I end up writing 28,529 words (including the…
Red Blue Gray: Day 30
Fifty or sixty years it would be. In these years the safe-house of the king had grown into a popular…
Red Blue Gray: Day 29
Chapter 4 Gather around all. Today I am going to tell you the story of a prison. This one you…
Red Blue Gray: Day 28
Chapter 3 The Curious Case of the Mr. Cannibal Concluded? Staff Reporter Kolkata, 14th February: For last few months the…
Red Blue Gray: Day 27
That year it was raining a lot from the start of the onset of the monsoon. I can still hear…
Red Blue Gray: Day 26
Time started flowing slowly and steadily. Most of the freedom fighters were released while few those remain were either murderer…
Red Blue Gray: Day 25
For the first few nights I could not sleep. I used to remain awake so that I do not dreamt…
Red Blue Gray: Day 23 and 24
Chapter 1 My time is up as you all will say. These days the scenario has changed completely. Getting to…
Red Blue Gray: Day 22
They are going to close the jail within the end of this year. They are thus disbursing me from the…
Red Blue Gray: Day 21
I cannot keep that place out of mind. And I don’t recognize me when I think of that place. It…
Red Blue Gray: Day 20
16th May, Night I don’t know how this diary comes with me. I can recollect that I have left it…
Red Blue Gray: Day 19
The instruction now though stands on no-stand. The order that the letter carried was to kill the spy. The higher…
Red Blue Gray: Day 18
12th April The whole surrounding seems to going out of mind and sense when a storm strikes. To-day is the…
Red Blue Gray: Day 17
20th March The jail seems to be a popular hideout for the government who when if wants to conceal one’s…
Red Blue Gray: Day 16 & 17
2nd March Mr. Sekhar Das Gupta handed me all the duties and responsibilities. Now I have to be the jailor…
Red Blue Gray: Day 15 & 16
Oh Prabhu, what do you want…why are you not taking me…take me with you…I cannot live like this, anymore…not a…
Red Blue Gray: Day 14
What a horrid dream I had last night. There’s this tantrik with big matted beard on face and peak of…
Red Blue Gray: Day 13
Day 3 Third day and no food or water. Mahatma Gandhi had survived surviving for 21 days. I cannot recollect…
Red Blue Gray: Day 11 & 12
vii Day 1 I’m now thirty years back from the time. That is it is 198-This diary was brought up…
Red Blue Gray: Day 10
I tried to kill myself. Not once, but thrice. Every time I tried I fail. I had arranged this long…
Red Blue Gray: Day 9
vi This little book is such a beautiful thing. It had been hidden under the bed at the gap of…
Red Blue Gray: Day 8 and 9
When the moon shines on the bed in the full moon night it made remind of my mother. It made…
Red Blue Gray: Day 7
— The cell is haunted I think. At certain nights someone kept on repeating a chant. And this happened when…
Red Blue Gray: Day 6
~~ [Here I am omitting most of this man’s entry.
Red Blue Gray: Day 5
iv a This floor has two names—the Haunted Corridor and Solitary Confinement. The second name is the perfect name for…
Red Blue Gray: Day 4
6 This floor is the most vacant one of the building. There’s a cat—an old tomcat—roaming and now sleeping at…
Red Blue Gray: Day 3
… 4 (Red) I am not a good person. The habit of gamble has been injected by my father when…
Red Blue Gray: Day 2
ii (Blue) Never realized silence can be such a blissful thing as well as a cursed one. How long I…
Red Blue Gray: Day 1
At first it just seems to be a dirty rotten cloth that was red in its own days as a…
2nd Year…
Last year after attempting two years in National Poem Writing Month (held in April annually), I thought why not give…
A Lunatic Hit by a Car
In the pool of blood lies the Finger—decapitated and snatched From its owner’s hand. Whose finger was that? Every one…
Basking in the Sun
There was a time, when the sun used to peeped through the clouds in a monsoon morning or when the…
Here I Am…
How long I have not been here….you all have forgotten me…or has given up on me…this post is a bit…
Just a “Hello”
Yeah, yeah. I know I have not been here after the April National Poem Writing Month. Many of you have…
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DAMAGED MINTED HEART widow’s dreams on sale hunters awake now [Take the Bold words and joined it with title, in…
Arya
Deep in the north she stand tall, with a smirk on her lips. Short her stature but still she stand…
Thoughts Need to be Microwaved
Somewhere the atom has been split opened. Somewhere the police chasing the thieve on foot. Somewhere the leaves are falling.…
Witch and Memories
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel, Juliet says. She smiled to put off the mascara; eyes needs…
Shallow (A Journey to Affection)
Beginning with love, we journey to affection. The dreams we hold are scattered in the breeze. The dreams we hold…
April
Breathing together are the wind with the length of the day; The warmth of the past season is transpiring as…
Stopping by the Words in the Odd Page
Searching for the proper verb I was out there amongst the words in the thesaurus, Bengali to English it was.…
Sparrows
On the slab of my southern windows they sat and chirped Telling it’s time, and we are here. They dance,…
Intruders
Have you seen that. The painting with two women and a man. Yes. It’s like a concert, that had been…
A Walk Over the Living
Asleep few are hiding in the shades of the bridge that had ruin their homes. The awakening ones there roaming…
At Thirty-One…
With a cigarette on the mouth, you dreamed of the world to be under your feet. Hsuan-tsang, Magellan, Livingstone, Colonel…
Phoenix
A can be one; it can be a lot; it can be again used to denote the singular. Like he;…
Lost Hymn and Hibiscus
To My Dida (Gran’ma)… The plot is there but the house had been rebuilt. No one chant hundred and eight…
The Crow on the Railing
When I was kid at the school I saw, one day, a body wrapped in woolen rug Lying by the…
