Shoptly Posts 19

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 ( -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly ( 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 ( 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 have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. 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-

The next set of works will be from my store in I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them from me via paypal- [don’t forget to drop me a line @ after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $1.00

I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from SBPnB Book 3

SBPnB Book 3

Invisible lover 17.6.14

He dropped his bag on the table, his sweat-soaked dresses followed it some on the table, some on floor, he grabbed the towel and headed for the toilet. He came out after a long bath in the lukewarm water. Which really did not soothed his body but that was the way it was here! The water in the tap started boiling by eleven in the morning and cooled down after eleven in night! Almost seven months in a year!

He opened his window for some breeze, the weather was toxic here, hot and humid. It either rained during monsoon or it stuffed up totally.

The roof of the building opposite was visible from his window. He loved watching Indian life, in stealth, hiding behind the curtain.

Early in the morning an elderly man came upstairs to worship the sun. He loved the way he offered a red hibiscus and water to the sun before starting his day.

Next it was the parade of household helps with washed laundry, they all had their individual cloth lines where they hanged the clothes before packing off for the morning, he has seen them working for various houses in the same locality for a pitiable amount.

Finally when the things settled down she came on the roof, along with a small boy, he knew she was blind. The boy held her hand and guided her to the small swing.

She played her flute till it was too hot to stay there. Then they went downstairs together.

He wondered, if he went there and proposed to her will her parents murder her or be happy that their daughter found someone who loved her.


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