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. A moment of silence to get indulge into suddenness of the news and then a loud cheer and hurrah. Yes, the four rapists had been killed by the police. At last the soul of Doctor... Continue Reading →

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 headings). This one will be not much of a novel but big-story or novella. 30,000 words in average is needed to be consider it as the proper novella. My story is not completed one. There... Continue Reading →

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 jail. The British used to send off the rebels here who are of high importance or might have some information. The village leader had grown old and his son had become renowned spy. He had... Continue Reading →

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 need to hear. Come on, come on. Who wants to hear a story? Young man you seem to be much older than other. But, you remind me of someone. This story doesn’t have that one... Continue Reading →

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 city has been stricken by an unknown killer. We already know few of the cases that he was in. He used to abduct the girls who had crossed sixteen, and then after killing them, method... Continue Reading →

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 the howling and whistling of the storms and hail that each wall of the prison was making. Sometimes deep into the night the prison used to come to life. The shouting, the wailing, the pleading... Continue Reading →

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 or burglar and there was this old gardener—Mehboob his name was. He had no-where to go; his family was killed by some British officers while trying to kill him by putting fire on his hut.... Continue Reading →

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 of the tantrik or I do not hear the voice. Whole day I used to remain busy in the procession and speeches to ask the youth to stop the violence. But, as night used to... Continue Reading →

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