Penmancy Anthologies
Purplemania
“Steph! Wake up, lazybones!” “Just a little more, Mom. Let me doze just a litt…le mo…re.” “Don’t you have a meeting today at 10:00?” Jesus
Secret of Happiness
Be happy Stay free. Throw away negativity Have positive mentality Embrace inner tranquility. Remember, nothing is permanent Live in the moment Delve in pure enjoyment
The People Tree
True to its title, this anthology is, indeed, all about people – people belonging to different parts of the country or the globe, having varied backgrounds, sporting diverse idiosyncrasies – and how they choose to live their lives.
The Special Win
“Careful,” shouted Suraj keeping his books aside, as he saw that his mother had tripped at the entrance. She was carrying three pots of water
Broken Melodies
As Meadows muse o’er summers bright Shadows loomed o’er ether of night Brought her to life gusty chinook Rapt she was in chortles of brook
The Revelation
Aparajita had come home after a long time. Not that she had ever expected to be welcomed with fanfare or extended the red carpet for
The True Calling
Present The horse strode into the woods, breaking every twig and branch on its way. The eerie silence diminished as wails and cries followed the
The Journey of Life
Dadar Station was as crowded as ever, even in the wee hours of the morning. Susan, my efficient secretary, was puzzled when I had asked
King Of Hearts
Silence of the thunderous night Could dither, shaking world with fright. A cry was heard, a child was born A dainty floret among thorn Touching
The Price of Betrayal
August, circa 1971, The Indian part of Hili, West Bengal “I don’t know. I don’t trust him. I don’t like the look of the man…”
Birds of a Feather
“JAAGO is not just a group of businessmen, it is an emotion. It is a saga, of members of our community coming together to…” The
The End of My Story
We forget all too soon the things we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what
Retribution
The evening traffic congestion on the road was at its peak. He sprinted across, antsy, breathing heavily, without noticing a big red bus nearing him.
Silhouette – My Constant
Day or night, it doesn’t leave me loneWith me, it has precisely grownMoments joyous, moments sombreTimes tempestuous, times calmerIt’s been a friend to me Sometimes
Emotional Winter
Frosty weather never listensHeart’s trouble of indecisionHidden in earth’s silvery gownWhere find I my cold soul meltdownMemories rolled down like a river Sowed icy powder