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I have 50 stories published in 9 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 30966 times and one story has been cherrypicked.

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santwana chatterjee

My stories

A Parrot

When I talk of you They say , a parrot ! How would they know, Like the southern breeze You have sent your message Filling me to the core With your divine melody. I try to fathom Known from the unknown

Surrender

I have surrendered all my burden to you Why then I falter and fear Why my heart quivers Offering my prayer Bless me with your fearless touch Cleansing my soul of colour Lead me unto your Blissful Light

The Broken Mandoline

My heart and soul Was lying forlorn In a dark corner of the stately palace A broken mandolin behind doors After an eternity it seems, Who is knocking softly on the door? Who has picked me up and playing gently on my strings?

The poet

My eternal poet! How I wish I could write your name in my book I marvel that my secret wish was known to you And you wrote all the verses for me. All day long I hummed those songs Oh my master player,

PINKY and the ghost

Pinky sat huddled up in a corner of the attic, surrounded by old, broken furniture. She felt cold, hungry and a little afraid. Darkness was descending on the cold December afternoon and she fancied that she could see shadowy figures all round her. But she would not budge. Let the ghosts devour her! Better still, maybe a kind ghost would come along, and she could request it to take her to her mother. She had gone to heaven, everyone said.

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