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 official ordered me to make the death look like it’s an accident not an intentional event. Now, I understand what they had said in the telegram on that day when they said—FOLLOW LETTER (STOP). I…

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 of this god forsaken prison. I already hate this place for being so silent and nothing to do nature. But, at the same time I am liking this place. There was need for some to…

A Monsoon Wedding Dance

Trying something silly…whimsical…inspired by poems of Sukumar Ray… Let me know your thoughts… They are dancing round the dried tulsi tree The drizzle is providing the rhythm. More join in the capering as the shower– Change it pace to be torrential. The lizard, the rats, the bats joined them Remaining under the ruined shades. I…

The Chime of Night [Micro-Fiction]

The prompt of 75th Week of Three Line Tales by Sonya suddenly made me remember a story by Sharadindu Bandyopadhyay. The name of the story is “Madhu-Malati” and was written in 1957 (Bengali Year 1364). The premise of the story was the area around S.P. College (Sir Parashurambhau College) in Pune City, Maharastra State, India and…