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!
A month later he was standing in front of his home in Mumbai. He had performed the last rite of his father and mother.
He has decided to sell off the properties in India and start afresh. He was too hesitant to live in places wrapped in his parents and Disha’s memories.
“It will take me a few days to give you details of the properties your father left behind, you know he was quite a keeper, invested a lot on lands and buildings through-out his life, heaven only knows what was he planning for…. Then his forty seventh birthday is round the corner… he was planning to retire next year.” Mr. Joshi his lawyer told him when they discussed his Will.
He knew that his father planned to spend the rest of his life away from limelight, restoring and reselling the property he has been buying through these years.
He has taken a six month break from his studies in college to sort out thing here. He was semi decided that he will buy a small house in Mumbai or suburb, and leave for US to complete his studies after sorting out the things here.
His cell phone beeped, it was Mr. Joshi, “Can I come down?”
“Yes, of course.” He was glad that he called, that meant he has sorted out the things, he was an ace lawyer, his parents and Disha depended on him almost blindly to take care of their financial matters and other legal matters.
In twenty five years of his connection with them he has never, ever let them down.
“Good morning uncle.” He got up and smiled a little. Nothing seemed to help him in getting rid of the deep gloom that has penetrated in his cheerful heart. It clung to his soul like the dampness of an old, haunted house.
Mr. Joshi was fully prepared. He was surprised to know that he had a huge property entitled to his name from his mother’s side of family. In some small town in West Bengal!
He knew his mother was Bengali Brahmin, the only daughter of a king, when she married her father a Sikh her family disowned her; she was barred from setting her feet in her home. She was not allowed to go anywhere near actually.
Seemed his grandparents have left everything they had in his name.
“It will be better if you go there and see the property before selling it off.” Mr. Joshi said, “It will be more decent, in case you show up in a house filled with poor relatives you may reconsider selling the house… and leave it to them.”
He shrugged. He was not very curious to go there. After all, they have disowned his mother, broken her heart.
He decided that he will go there and get rid of the property without taking a single dime from it.
The rest is in the book, read it there, buy it and make the author, poor and unemployed author happy 🙂