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
“What is your name?” he asked.
“Karan Singh.” The man answered.
“You are not scared of those lions?” he asked curiously.
“It’s better to die in their jaws then die slowly because of starvation. If you offer me ten thousand rupee for each ten day, then only will I work for you, it will be your luck whether you kill them in one day, or one month or they kill you….” Karan said coldly. “I will take my money in advance, and will pay the debt of the money lender re open my grocery shop. If I die too my wife and children will run the shop. If we both live…”
“I plan to live!” Mudit chuckled, “I will take care that nothing happens to you.”
“These lions are not normal. Their ways are really strange, one will think that they observe us from somewhere and rhythm their actions in accordance to our actions. As if they have the cunning of an army general by the way, did you know that the King’s ancestors were mercenaries? Some of them were really skillful too!”
“Have a cigarette.” he stretched his hand holding the packet to Karan, then seeing the wistfulness in his eyes he gave him the packet and opened a new one for himself. He was a chain smoker.
They were sitting under a tree there was one thing really cool about Indian villages, every old tree, that is, one that offered a nice shade had a sitting arrangement made under it, mostly stone or bricks. Or else someone will donate a small cot, that sat there offering seat to everyone who yearned for a little shade and breeze.