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Making of Anoushrayan - The 14th Year
The first Year || The Journey Till 12 || Entering the Teens On the eve of being 15 There was no birthday bash, no momentous trip, in 2021 as Roddur turned 14 on the 7th of Feb, covid still prevailed. We just visited a local nursery, the day being a Sunday. He doesn’t show any natural inclination towards the potted or soiled lives but does help out when called for. Grade 8 turned into grade 9…
The 'them'
The bell rings and I wake up startled, slowly I squint my drowsy eyes trying to make sense of where I am; through the window in front of me opposite my bed I see a streak of light fighting with the dark drizzling sky unsuccessfully. ‘Can’t she come a little later?’ is my first thought. ‘What if I don’t open!’ is my second thought. I drag myself out from under the comforter, trust me it takes a…
Rusty goes swimming...
By Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar In memory of our beloved Kheti who left us on the 3rd of September… Little Rusty was anxious. She had not seen Tommy since yesterday evening. Initially they thought Tommy must have gone swimming across the ridge which he loved to do often but it had been too long he should have returned. Rusty and Silu were just wandering along the ridge. This huge water body was…
Istanbul Prelude - flying to Dubai and beyond
Dubai airport In the beginning there was chaos – and then there was more chaos! Well that’s what makes trips enchanting. That feeling of something must have been left out – it was there all along as the cab scurried along the ever repair-in-progress Bangalore roads. It was not the dead of night but being around 11 pm the road was congestion free. I am a budding writer so I see plots everywhere…
Nobs finds Hops
by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Bheti – the gentle turtle “Hops! Where are you?” Nobs crawled on looking from left to right, two steps forward and turning back again. It has been a few months now, Nobs can see Hops – turning a corner while on land or beckoning him from the land whilst he is in his elevated water home – but when he arrives, he can’t find Hops. Hops has always been faster and…
Once at dusk
Story By Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Nirvi hadn’t seen a better a sunset in her 26 years of existence. The sun was low on the horizon splashing yellow all over the landscape. A peacock perched on a nearby rock fitted perfectly with the backdrop of the sand outstretched in every direction that the eye could see. Nirvi cupped her hands to catch the fireball in the sky and stepped forward onto the…
The many lives of Bharati
Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Bharati drove past the posh market street enchantingly lined up with branded shops. ‘So much money must have been spent on the decor’ thought Bharati, ‘and the location must also bleed the company through their noses – and there are hardly any buyers, albeit footfall is high.’ She smiled to herself and the thoughts kept following,’ People including her loved to…
The tourist
(Won the Ruskin Bond Literary Award at Dehradun Literature Fest 2023) By Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar “Have you noticed that man?” Viru gestures towards someone. It is past dusk and the faint light of the bus stand is hardly sufficient to see anyone. “No, why?” Ishfaq strains his eyes to see who Viru is referring to. “I think I saw him last week too, he went towards the Jami Masjid, it was around…
Promise of a home
-Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Divya was forced to change trains and somehow managed to reach Mughalsarai past midnight, another hour max by road to her college hostel in Varanasi. But there was nothing to travel by! Just when she had lost hope, a car stopped right in front of her and offered her a lift. Sharat was a man of medium built in his late 20s or so, dark tan with sharp features –…
The Tunnel
Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar It has been a while but I still remember the day I almost met my doom. Tuesday it was and I had fewer classes so I wrapped up early and planned to visit the old fort. It was just round the corner after the university campus in a somewhat deserted location and though I had been there for a month the various formalities of a new appointment had kept me from…
Madam Koshy
story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar She looked weary and tired. I took a long look at her from the window of my wagonR. I do that every day and then for the next ten minutes keep brooding about the purpose of her sitting at the bus stop opposite to the entrance arch of my residential complex. I do not see her when I come back from work and thus never think of her till I see her again in the…
When love gets tiring
Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar “When are you back dear?” Hir asks her husband who hurries into his car. “Usual, but Joe should be here around 7” Ash is upbeat. So is Hir, Joe a is a delightful company, he is having dinner and also staying over for the weekend. Hir waves goodbye and goes inside their lovely little duplex – she’ll practice, music keeps her busy all day – made longer by the…
Tibu meets Poi
Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Tibu the little fawn was grazing alongside his mother. The whole herd had spread out and were happy munching on the juicy grass. Tibu was the only fawn in this herd and everybody loved him. He ran to an uncle a little further than his mom then to an aunty then another, all giving him a little nod or a nudge playfully. Soon he had reached the deer uncle who was at…
The search for a suitable home
Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Soumil and Mohona just sat there hand in hand contended. There was nothing to rejoice only contentment – one that comes from being unburdened. A chapter came to a close. This chapter started nine years back when little Raspy was little indeed. “Raspy don’t, you’ll get hurt!” Mohona came out of the kitchen to witness the brave feat, Raspy was getting ready to…
The search for a suitable home
Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Soumil and Mohona just sat there hand in hand contended. There was nothing to rejoice only contentment – one that comes from being unburdened. A chapter came to a close. This chapter started nine years back when little Raspy was little indeed. “Raspy don’t, you’ll get hurt!” Ruchi came out of the kitchen to witness the brave feat, Raspy was getting ready to…
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The Tunnel
Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysaerkar It has been a while but I still remember the day I almost met my doom. Tuesday it was and I had fewer classes so I wrapped up early and planned to visit the old fort. It was just round the corner after the university campus in a somewhat deserted location and though I had been there for a month the various formalities of a new appointment had kept me from…
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Tibu meets Poi
Story by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar Tibu the little fawn was grazing alongside his mother. The whole herd had spread out and were happy munching on the juicy grass. Tibu was the only fawn in this herd and everybody loved him. He ran to an uncle a little further than his mom then to an aunty then another, all giving him a little nod or a nudge playfully. Soon he had reached the deer uncle who was at…
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