By Lopa Banerjee
The little, humble sanctuary of literature, that Charu had built as their own clandestine world, had been shattered by a hailstorm of praises. Charu felt as if an enormous hail had attacked and destroyed that world entirely, and it pained her immensely.
By Lopa Banerjee
What was that fateful moment when she stimulated his desire to write? Could she exert her influence on Amal now, the way she could do earlier? Amal was now being fed by the pampering indulgence of many; he would be unaffected if he omitted her from his life.
By Goirick Brahmachari
Every fucking word is holy!
Holy marriage, Holy infidelity.
By Lopa Banerjee
Amal has earned considerable repute among his circle of readers recently. His stance, of late, has transformed from that of a humble school student to that of a respectable and elite gentleman. He reads essays in literary associations and meetings, and is often sought by editors or their spokespersons who invite him, request him to join their associations as a member or even as their president.
By Chandramohan S
Three poems of resistance
By Lopa Banerjee
An inexplicable anger began to brew within Amal. He held Charu responsible for demeaning his cherished writings by presenting them to a man as apathetic to literature as his brother, Bhupati. It dawned on Charu instantly and the realization pained her.
By Lopa Banerjee
In the evening, when Charu became infuriated to the point of complete silence, Amal discreetly dropped from his pocket a hand-written note.
By Nilanjana Dey
Canny welcomed Diana gleefully. Prom was personally present to inaugurate her office. It read ‘The Outcasts’. Diana smiled to herself and took the “s” off!
By Lopa Banerjee
Bhupati was young, passionate about his editorial work, current affairs and world politics to the point of addiction, and there was no dearth of people to arouse his passion for dissenting on an everyday basis.
Nilanjana Dey
Freya was waiting for Diana outside the Queen’s mansion. Diana parked D’s Torrent in the Queen’s guest parking zone and joined Freya to meet Prom.
By Nilanjana Dey
Apollo was looking closely at the piece of wood and wondering how the design could be replicated there. Diana observed Apollo and understood his concern.
By Nilanjana Dey
Apollo chose not to respond. Diana sat in her corner frowning over the pieces of wood. The approved design lay in a corner, waiting to be replicated.
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