Patreon Posts 9

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books (https://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu) -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly (https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu) Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile (https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu) This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I will start with Patreon. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile- https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

I will share some works from there, hoping they will impress potential patrons, readers who love the stories/poems I write and will love to get a few of them each month. We all have our monthly quota of books we feed the bookworms inside our brain! I did before I started spending that time into writing and painting. I used to read almost anything I could lay my hands on. So I can guess there are many bookworms like me out there who are not writers, just readers and maybe a few of them will get hooked by my writing.

Today’s story is from Agnimalya November 2017 [You can buy this copy directly from me via paypal- https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu [don’t forget to drop me a line @ sermistabasu@gmail.com after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $!}]

The touch

Misha sat down beside the river. The sun was setting on the other bank, behind a small line of trees. Its pink rays touched the river and turned it crimson.

She wondered if it was with happiness or shyness.

The river water rippled and touched her feet. A cool sensation filled up her body. She stretched her feet and dipped them in the water. The water softly rippled around her feet as if it was touching her, playing with her.

There was something about water that pulled her like magnet. She often had a dream or dreams like that. That she was falling into water. But after falling she did not drowned. In place of that she could swim in it like fishes do.

She got up. She had to return home before sunset… before dark. Or else Shekhar, her father will send a search party for her.

“Hey little girl…” her father was waiting on the verandah.

“Hey dad!” she smiled.

A tray with two glasses of lemonades was waiting, ice cold. As if he knew when she will show up or the more logical reason, he has been sitting here, and when he noticed her climbing up and down the small hillock to reach home he must have asked for the lemonades.

“I will be going out on trip tomorrow…. Rani will stay with you till I return…” he said. “Will miss you darling…but will have to go…”

“Its ok daddy…” she snuggled close to him and laid her head on his shoulder.

He left next morning, early. His sister Rani came over to stay with Misha.

Rani was very fond of Misha, and her late mother Sudebi, who passed away all of a sudden only a month ago.

Misha was very close to her mother, her father was a frequent traveler, rarely at home. At her mother’s request he bought this house on the bank of a mountain river, with huge amount of land on one bank, including a small wood.

The river looked quite nice during summer and winter but in monsoon they could hear it from their bed, roaring, hitting the rocks as it made its way through them.

This story is published in shoptly as a book so I will only share a piece here not the full story!

Agnimalya Book 5
https://shoptly.com/i/vmu

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