The telephone rang resounding within the four walls of the dimly lit room of a second storey flat. The door of the adjoining room opened.
Author: Arpita Bhattacharya
A writer of sorts, an eager reader of fiction.
To My Love
My LOVE thy WARMTH of WORDS COMFORTS me SIGH So far AWAY the MILES BETWEEN us, KEEPS me COLD FOOTSTEPS AWAKEN my SENSES EXPECTATIONS ENDEAR
The Regret
The man stood and watched. Dressed in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, and the hood covering his features, he easily mixed with the
The Made For Each Other
Jonali had been biting her nails This was the third time she was going to meet the family of the prospective groom. Her generation saw
The Pomegranate Affair
Beth was watching her husband as he was finishing his dinner with pomegranate juice. He said, it made him active, reminding him of his youthful
The Peculiar Case of the Man With the Steel Trunk
It was raining heavily, when a car rolled down the street overlooking the river front. The hotel… ‘A room facing the river side please!’ ‘I
The Trunk of Possibilities
The war ravaged landscape was filled with remnants of empty shells, demolished houses, spread against a grey sky. It was unclear, what time it was;
The Unexpected
The near dense foliage had reached a clearing. The long forgotten rail track submerged under foliage suddenly made itself known as Harsh tripped and fell.
The Dead Leave Trails
“ I told you to do your work! Stop screwing up your face! Get going!” Jack nearly hit the teen in her face. With her
A Tale Of Long Ago
The doors had been closed for long. But with the progress of the night, angry howls could be heard. Far away, in the forests, something
Purple Cry
Yonder,and beneath the myriad hued sky, Purple varying hues aspire to tower, Over prismatic colours strike creations, Purplist cast gleam within natural bower, Blue, red
The Revenge
The table had been laid but Mr. Duggal failed to emerge from his room. It was ten, and Mr. Duggal was expected to be at
The Adventure of a Boat at Sea
The boat sailed on the calm sea, Gliding; over successive, furrowing waves. The wind set the sail right, With sunshine sparkling, like sequins on waters!
The Doctor’s Treatment
Sumita had been complaining of tooth ache of late. It was one of the top right molars. Yet, she could not find the time to
Refusing the Apple of Eden
The morning sun streamed through the curtains and caressed Nakul’s face. Nakul was awake but in bed, thinking hard. He had to decide. The continuous