Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, 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- It is a collection of dark stories, paranormal mostly but not gothic, it prefers scaring by creating eerie images not blood, gore, violence. She will certainly love to see it in your Halloween collection!
Black Mist and other stories
Mitesh was standing at the window. A gloomy winter morning was about to dawn, tearing the veil of dark fog, so likely for this time of year.
He turned to face the speaker. “Yes Mohan?”
“Ramprasad uncle is waiting in the drawing room.” He checked the watch it was five thirty in the morning. Most probably the village temple is in fire he thought to himself before heading for the stairs. Ramprasad Sharma, locally known as Ramuchacha was the village head of his ancestral village where he loved to spend long months writing his novels. His mingling with modern world was absolutely economical activity, sale and publicity of his novels and other petty affairs made him drive to Delhi or fly to other places.
Mother Goddess Laxmi the bestower of wealth and prosperity has blessed him through Mother Goddess Saraswati the giver of knowledge and arts.
Ramprasad was sitting in the drawing room with a gloomy expression on his heavily bearded face; he was in such a dark mood that the unruly forest of his beard and moustache was not able to hide it.
He folded his hands, “Namaste Ramuchacha.”
“God bless you son.” The old man mumbled. He noticed that the tray with tea and snacks was left untouched by him, the cute old man loved “City snacks” so that added another point to his miserable state of mind.
“Something wrong?” he sat down. “Please have the tea, or will I order for another one?” he pressed the bell as he said the words. A man appeared in the door instantly, “Rajkumar bring another cup of tea and some snacks, and remove these.”
“No ….no… son!” the old man vehemently protested, “Remove this but don’t bring anything else .Please.”
Now Mitesh was worried. “Is everything alright at home uncle, auntie, Suresh, Jivesh?”
The old man nodded in agreement.
“Is something wrong in the village?”
The man fidgeted uneasily in his seat; then cleared his throat. “The problem with you city bred kids is you don’t believe in traditions or old beliefs.”
to be continued….