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
Spirits of light
Two hands shook her gently but vigorously, she opened her eyes but could not say a word because a soft hand was clasping on her mouth.
It was her nanny, Gangabai. “Get up princess, don’t make a sound come with me!”
She dragged the half asleep eleven years old through the corridors to a tunnel. It led them outside the palace.
“Where is ma and papa?” she asked, still half asleep.
“They will come later!” Gangabai helped her on a horse and climbed behind her with great ease.
She turned her head and saw that flames were leaping towards sky like huge snakes from their fort. Loud explosions were shattering the silence.
There were half a dozen more riders standing in the darkness like shadows of trees. The group disappeared in the woods.
She fell asleep again.
When she woke up she was lying on a bed, in an unknown room.
She was alone in the room, the memories of last night instantly flooded back to her mind.
“Gangabai!” she called out. A young girl stepped inside the room.
She bowed a little and smiled, “Do you want something princess?” She asked.
“Where is Gangabai, where are my parents.” She asked.
Gangabai entered that instant. The girl went out of the room.
“How are you?” she sat down on the bed beside her and pulled her close.