Author: Saisweta

“And there is a dazzling haze,  a mysterious way about you dear” The rays of the subtle moonlight, peeking through the trees, fell gently on his peaceful face lighting it up in a gorgeous halo. She has known him for years, on end. And for years, had failed to find a word or a phrase fit enough to capture this look of him. The mere perfection of him, the night, and the silence around them made her sigh in solace. This solace, however, seemed to cause her companion to misconstrue her, as he immediately sprang up from the hood. ” I told you it’s…

Falling in love with her was never his plan. Yes, he had adored her way of standing up to what was wrong. He had treasured her little mischiefs. Those little innocent smiles of hers. Her full-blown cheeks which manifested her anger. Her obsession with Ek badam wala rasgullas and most specifically that soft pati babu calling of hers, a nickname which he had once shunned but later had come to terms with to entertain his little bride. But it had always been “adored” never “loved”.  At the end of the day, she was still just his responsibility, a result of…

“Oh, God !!!” Anirudh exclaimed in his thoughts, the moment he entered the coffee house, early one morning. “How can someone be so stunning ?! Her deep brown eyes could drown someone in them. Those thick eyelashes curtain those bashful eyes of hers, so subtly yet so gracefully. That light smile dancing on those lips looks like dew droplets on the early morning grass. And the winds picking up those gentle tresses of her hair, as she sits by the window, create a striking spotlight effect that demands a second look. Not to forget, God surely took his time, giving…

Falling in love with her was never his plan. Yes, he had adored her way of standing up to what was wrong. He had treasured her little mischiefs. Those little innocent smiles of hers. Her full-blown cheeks manifesting her anger. Her obsession with Ek badam wala rasgullas and most specifically that soft pati babu calling of hers, a nickname which he had once shunned but later had come to terms with to entertain his little bride. But it had always been “adored” never “loved”.  At the end of the day, she was still just his responsibility, a result of a…

The atmosphere felt like Diwali had come early this year. Each day passed as a celebration. Countless feasts were organized in both villages to renew new happy memories, putting the past behind. Friendship and understanding had started re-establishing as the decades-old enmity started losing its roots. “Aree, Thakuma!! What a pleasant surprise,” Trilochan Roy Chowdhary’s voice reverberated; on one pleasant morning as he saw a fleet of jeeps stop before the mansion gates. “Namaste, Trilochan Ji. I am here for a purpose.” Thakuma responded, getting off the jeep, with a smile, making the other scrunch his eyebrows in confusion. “I…

“Why do you need me to say anything? When did you ever need me to say anything? You will do what you want to do regardless of what I say. You are just forcing me to accept your decision. Just like you always have.” Tupur’s voice reduced to almost a  whisper as years of pain began resurfacing in her heart. Bondita shut her eyes tightly. She loved being barrister, the robe was her pride, but deep down she knew this robe, her dreams were stained, stained with the price she had to pay for her freedom, tainted with the cost…

The only sound which could be heard in the room were those of the curtain rustling in response to the strong wind blowing outside. A heavy rain looked imminent as Bondita stood by the open window, her long tresses scattering behind her in the wind. “A heavy shower is brewing up” Bondita spoke in a low voice, as she sensed a much-awaited arrival in the room. “It will bring only destruction” a reply came through gritted teeth of the other person in the room. “Come on, you can’t say that. Whether this rainfall drowns the endings or washes the way…

“Chandrachur Jamai Babu” he heard her faint whisper. “What?” Anirudh felt confused but before he could turn around, he was tugged really hard by the same gentle hand which had risen for his handshake. In a flash, Anirudh’s back hit a brick wall making him wince a little as both stood absolutely still, hiding behind it. “That is Chandrachur babu’s jeep coming this way. Let’s just stay hidden here till he passes otherwise we both, will be in serious trouble.” Bondita whisper yelled, while looking over his shoulder, completely unaware that the arm length distance between them was now reduced…

“Kulfi” Anirudh, blurted out the moment he heard the phone getting picked up on the other end of the line. “What? Hello” a sweet low voice responded, in utter confusion. “Kulfi!!” Anirudh persisted. “Sorry wrong number” the same voice, now sounding bored and irritated replied. “Bondita, it is kulfi” “Sakha ba.. Barrister Anirudh? What kulfi?? Are you drunk early in the morning?? I am hanging up now” Bondita hurriedly said, trying to end the call before anyone overhears her talking to their enemy on the phone, so early in the morning. “I know you don’t want to talk and have…