swarupbhattacharya263
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The shadowy figure. The shadowy figure. Silhouetted against the room light a girl was standing. The glass window was closed. Outside it was dark night. I was watching from opposite building. Then she started to move to and fro. She kept her right hand on her... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 1 hour ago	Rating
The attic. The attic. There was an attic on the roof top of our next house. In my childhood days,I thought it was haunted, and made me little bit maniac. There was a big palm tree very close to that attic. When the leaves were moved, it seemed to... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	1 View added 14 hours ago	Rating
Homemade foods. Homemade foods. I was keen for outside foods from hotel or resturent at my teenage because I found them more tasty and became more and less crazy. Homemade foods never satisfied my appetite. So I begged my mother for some money. It was my... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	1 View added 1 day ago	Rating
Unwanted growth. Unwanted growth. I saw yellow flowers of weeds on a moist crumbled wall of a dilapidated house. The flowers were ill breeds. But they were well brought up with the affection of sun and moon. When mortal bodies decided to give up them... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	0 Views added 1 day ago	Rating
The rags picker boy. The rags picker boy. I saw a boy of twelve or thirteen, picking up rags from the dumps. He was scerching among the dirts as if scrounging some gold coins. I came to know, he was living in a slum. Where light peeped hardly, in the damp... – *by Swarup Bhattacharya*	3 Views added 2 days ago	Rating