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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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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…
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The Tunnel
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 visiting…
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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 –…
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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…
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Number four
by Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar
The slow yet incessant rain made me a bit irritated. People waiting at the bus stop were few and buses were fewer still. The autos all full zoomed past never stopping. I paced up and down the little shaded area to keep away from getting drenched. After a while an auto slowed at my stop and luckily someone got down. I swiftly boarded it.
“Till where are you going…
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The many lives of Bharati
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 loiter…
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Once at dusk
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 glistening…
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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…
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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…
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10 days in Andaman – Chidiya Tapu and a sweet goodbye – 30th Dec’19 – 1st Jan’20
Facts Figures and Touchdown || The Havelock Chapter || Port Blair || Jarwa Reserve || Baratang || Diglipur
We had travelled the whole of Andaman Trunk Road (343 km), from North to South. Though we can still not say that we have seen it all but we can definitely claim that we have seen a lot of Andaman in the past few days.
It had been a hurricane trip from the word ‘go’, but that is how we…
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10 days in Andaman – Diglipur,Rangat n back to Port Blair – 27th – 30th Dec’19
Facts Figures and Touchdown || The Havelock Chapter || Port Blair || Jarwa Reserve || Baratang
It was time to move on from Baratang and we started early. This day would be called an ‘inCar day’ in the history of our travels, as we literally drove all day to reach Diglipur after dusk.
The road henceforth was extremely rough for a sedan to handle and that slowed us down immensely. The path was…
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Istanbul Prelude - flying to Dubai
Istanbul Prelude – flying to Dubai
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…
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Rusty goes swimming...
In memory of our beloved turtle Kheti - who left us on the 3rd of September
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…
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Rusty goes swimming...
Rusty goes swimming…
By Moutushi Ghoshdeysarkar
original photo given photo filter credit – https://www.instagram.com/scottnewnature/
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…
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