Sukesh is a great storyteller. whenever power’s gone, we surround him and listens to his stories. One such night, we had a discussion about “The Taste of Alcohol”.
He vaguely remembered her trying to take the bottle out of his hands. He could remember her tears and the agony on his face. He hadn’t realized them then.
I was on cloud 9 now. I wanted to dance like those drunk chachas at the wedding. It felt like….like having a glass of water after hours of walking on the Sahara desert.
When Sarah came and saw, I was totally drunken. I promised her that I would not take alcohol today.But now, It was my punishment being without her. Its been 2 years, Sarah had gone alone without me.
This is the story about the thinking of young generation. Generation gap is always the matter of misunderstanding between young and old generation.
This Hindi story describes about the person travelling with me, who was addicted to smoking and drinking. He had so many bad habits. The author reminded him to give up all.
Yes what I wished all these years has happened. His dress all soaked with blood, suffocating with half closed eyes.I waited till he gets notice of me.
She finally dragged herself off the floor. Gasping for breath, tears blurring her vision, she made her way slowly towards the writing table, blood dripping in her wake.
This poem is small satire. What we got from heaven and how? A dream tells what we got from heaven and how we got.
It was monsoon season in Kolkata. However, there had been no rains in the city for as long as one could remember. The skies remained overcast all day, but it never rained even a single drop. It was almost a very depressing weather for the poetic mind. However, it certainly was not depressing for Rajesh […]