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 fantasy stories, mostly short stories, you will get all the fantasy creatures within these covers- fairies and demons, scary and sweet.
Help the poor author trying to convince herself that you actually like her works!
“Kumari (princess here) you should tell that hapless soul who you are! Allow your parents to arrange your marriage. They are dying to get you married off.” The girl smiled at the princess.
“I will you wicked girl!” the princess blushed and smiled with pure joy.
He was blessed with the all seeing eyes of a dreamer, something made him look at the bush across a small patch of land outside the window.
He has never seen a face such evil, filled with lust and obsession, he was staring at the young woman as if he could devour her with his eyes.
He could guess he has used colours to dye his hair because his face was too shriveled to go with jet black hair.
He left the princess with her friend and followed the old man.
The man entered a small hut in a burning ghat that meant he was either an attendant there or something sinister, a tantric who practiced black magic.
He stood by the window and watched him.
He had a piece of paper in his hand. He placed it in a plate and started to mutter something.
He could see the letter from where he was standing, powered by the dreams, it was a love letter written by the innocent princess to a man, pouring out her innocent love to him, begging him to meet at their usual spot at nightfall. She had something special to say.
The hideous man sat there muttering something under his breath. The fume rising from the fire that was burning in front of him started to thicken and swirl.
Soon it took the form of a man-like thing.