There’s a true story that must be told,
For a heart cannot any longer hold,
What it cannot bear,
So my friends hear.

The story of a steadfast mountain,
Of grits, gumption and pain,
It has stood the hard test of time,
And amazingly, everything is still fine.

The story doesn’t just end here,
Listen to what I ask in my prayer,
That Go… Continue

It was a beautiful morning with delicate chirping of birds, lots of dewdrops, dense fog and of course, the ensuing tranquility. I was sitting below a banyan tree, waiting for the sun to come up and send some rays through the tree. But it was foggy, so there was little I could hope for. However, I wasn’t alone. The tree has been my partner for life since last 26 years. It has often ins… Continue

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Chapter 2 – Mixed Feelings.

Once home, I sank into my bed in sheer exhaustion. I awoke the next day morning around 10’O clock, fee

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Doomsday of the Snakes

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Away from the future, from the adult life

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Chapter 1 – Who’s that Girl.

The sun was glistening in the sky and I tried focusing my eyes to

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Seeking refugee in the solitude of hotchpotch emotions

The impregnable heart receded from its egoistic apex of arrogance

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THE MOM GAMES

A novella by Varsha Dinesh.

October 21, 20. 40 .

The sun had set long back. Darkness now enveloped t

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( Please Read this work and give me your feedback. It is an experimental narrational style over a rather stale and long old concept and plot. I need to know as many views as I can on this style.)There are many things which piss people off but me nothing pisses me off, you know why because I was pissed off.", a usual statement for Dipnarayan or Dip as the people preferred calling him. He was the usual Bengali intellectual, long panjabi and jeans pant. His side bag trawling behind him and his head… Continue