Short Story

There was quite a chill in the air that morning. Five days had already gone by since the sun showered its warm ray on the numbed face. It was too cold to leave the bed even for performing one’s ablutions. Even a slight thought of journey in this unfavorable season and that too by train comes ... [full story]

It was more than ten years since I had been to my village where I spent and enjoyed my childhood and had my primary schooling, the plinth of which paved the way for me notching up a lucrative job in Kolkata. While living here I never felt cut off from my native village; I always felt ... [full story]

A day after the marriage of her daughter, Shabnam Siraj was lonely in her beautifully decorated house. She hadn’t expected this day to come so soon. She had brought up Ghazal playing the role of a father and mother. Ghazal was the best blessing in her life. This train of thought reminded her of a letter ... [full story]

Rony was a boy full of energy and ideas. His grandfather was a retired army Colonel and would tell him stories of his army experiences every evening. Rony loved the stories and the Colonel loved to see that his grandson spent time in reflection rather being fascinated with computer and Playstation. The Colonel encouraged Rony to ... [full story]

 There was nothing unusual in the morning on the day when two women walked in the clinic of Dr Vejayanti Adhikari and caused turmoil in her life. She had performed yoga, bowed before Goddess Lakshmi- the moneygiver, did not wear any gold, cursed the black cat that had crossed her way forcing her to pull up ... [full story]

‘Alhamdulillah, I am doing well. I have no complains to Allah’, he said expressing gratitude to The Almighty. I liked the positivity in his response, but failed to read the tone that carried these words. It was during my stay in Dubai a few years back and I used to go around in the city mostly ... [full story]

“Young man, have some butter chicken as well.” My father-in-law said as he noticed that I was inclined to kabab, biryani, stew and kofta but ignored the buttery chicken. “Thank you, I have had enough already .” “That is nothing, when I was in your age I could eat double of that. As a ... [full story]

He was from Pakistan. He was jailed in India on the spying charges. His charges were not proven; and the case dragged endlessly. Nobody doubted allegations on him. It’s easier to accept a story rather than to contest it. And who would dare to sympathize with a Pakistani spy. There were many in the border areas ... [full story]

  In the evening he arrived at Chowringhee to find out the address.   He was standing before a very famous but now closed cinema hall. Looking at the building a spontaneous deep sigh came out from him. Once upon a time this was a vibrant place of the cinema lovers. Pictures of heroes and heroines ... [full story]

A tiny child- five years’ old, bare feet, a torn shirt loosely tied at his slender waist- was inserting his small fingers into a narrow hole on the sand. There were so many holes on the beach where the red crabs would live. The boy was so daring that he had the least fear that any ... [full story]