‘May I call or not? Holding the mobile with two hands, I was engulfed in a confusion. I was staring at his name and was
Author: Arupam Maity
Born in Kolkata, he was the youngest son in his family. His literary expertise came before the readers when on the occasion of Golden Jubilee of his school, one of his writing was published in the souvenir. He is a Government employee and his writing career never stopped for a while. He is a poet, a storyteller as well as a novelist who loves to pen his works in more than one language.
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Jubin was heading towards the last room of the row where the veranda ended. The second floor ends there. At 8 in the morning, sunlight
To Tell A Lie or Not
Last night went sleepless. The lie, she was bearing, became larger than life. It’s eating her from inside. She can’t count, how many times, she
The Humming Bird
‘Hey man, how are you?’ ‘Ooomm’ Though answered, Aditi asked again. ‘Where is your friend?’ Smilingly, he murmured. There was always beautiful chemistry between the
No Way to Leave
Rizvi was walking with a vacant eye. There was no sign of thinking on his face. Sometimes his face moved downward to see the road.
Tale of a Night Walk
Krishan remains spellbound. Not a single person seems known. They’re wearing oversize pants and full-sleeve jackets. Their hands are covered with gloves. Most surprisingly, their
All We Dare to Say
As I open my eye, the wall wants to talk But the colors at each other’s back prevent Breeze then walks through the thin line
Love and War
While you’ll feel to be deserted as soon as possible And I’ll do that obviously as I find no wrong in it Your choice isn’t
The Sea Maverick
She was back. Same room…same window, eastward, a three-side box actually…a hotel at left…main road in front and leads to right with no end in
We Can Feel At Least
Believe me, the blank can’t let me forget you… As the Sun appears to focus the colored square And the flowers kiss one another, giggle
The White Anchor
On a lazy December Sunday afternoon, Nikita was browsing through her dear moments. The blue Mountain View screen of the laptop was showing, one by
So Now the Winter Comes
The void is painted black with a rustic wind It’s the white moon that drops the ice grains Edges of the grass are too reluctant
An Affair to Forget
She just dropped at the dining table and Sonali started immediately. ‘Respect my age, dear. What you’re thinking won’t be right at all.’ ‘Mom, why
The Last Escape
She was late to rise but her father’s words were humming in ears. Last night, he was so rude to her. ‘We can’t afford
Bittu’s Coin
To his mother, Bittu is the naughtiest boy. Giggle accompanies him always and he never stops from his mischief. An ordinary day, Bittu was busy