Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, eagerly looking for publishers, publicists, literary agents and huge hearted generous readers, to see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- This book is of course a collection of fantasy stories, but longer ones than her usual pieces.
The spirits of darkness and light
“Do they kill village people too?” he asked.
“No, only the laborers that have come to build the road!” the village head said, “They are disgruntled souls, souls of the king’s ancestors! They have come down to punish him because he is planning to defile their home, by bringing city folks and their corruption here.”
“All city folks are not corrupted…” he protested sweetly. He himself was born and brought up in Mumbai, so this sharp remark made him protest.
“Corruption follows them at their heels.” the village head said with firm conviction.
“Can you find me someone from the village who will help me to scout the forest?” he asked.
“No!” he nodded vigorously. “Who wants to die?”
He got up and started to walk around the village, after having small chit chats with another dozen or more men he realized that people were terrified of those lions.
He returned to his jeep, a lanky man in torn trouser and shirt was standing beside it.
“You were looking for someone to guide you in the forest?” the man asked directly. “How much will you pay?”
“I will tell you after setting my foot inside the forest, but if you fail in your work I will pay you only 200 rupee per day- if you spend dawn to dusk with me.” Mudit said. “I need someone who knows the forest.”