Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Sreeparna Sen

Sreeparna Sen, a Banker by profession and a Computer Engineer by education, finds her solace in writing. Aspires to become a published author someday. When she is not poking her nose in the bank documents , you can mostly find her nose in a book or Facebook.
24 WRITINGS

Rescue Mission of the Secret Seven

Something was urgent. Three missed rings on the landline alarmed Bittu. Code red. “Ma, I left my maths homework copy with Piku, I'll just get...

Maid(Made) for Each Other

March 2020 “There is no need to be panicky. Stay home and keep safe.” The chief minister's  speech was repeated on the news channel for the...

The rage of flames

“Cooper, please be a good boy today and do not stray away like last time.  Just stay with the herd. Okay?”  Mother rubbed her moist...

The Red Blossoms

The attic room was small, but, cosy. The adjacent terrace, garnished with flowers, was the added attraction. I was glad that I decided to...

When Pride Shattered

  The meeting Behind the ancient wrought-iron gates, the night was eerily tranquil. Rows of tombstones were standing erect in quietude, to the left and right,...

The Elixir and the Nemesis

It was late afternoon when the neon-blue, vibrant autumn sky slowly turned dark and vengeful. Steaming shrouds of cloud coiled and writhed.  The wind...

The Unhitched Matrimony

“Let’s keep the lights on today, darling.” “No!” I almost screamed, then somehow controlled. Taking a deep breath, I...

The Boy Who Died With A Smile

I was hanging on the wall of the courtroom, precisely in the same position, since the first day of the year. The clerks had...

Not My Sin

Author's Note: The below story is a fictional representation of a thought process of a certain person as imagined by the author. This is...

When the language failed to deliver

Dear Mala I put note on wet clothes. You take off your clothes. No tell me. You no help. Tell your husband. Husband angry. Come...

After the Acid Test

Chapter 1: The eternal wait Beyond the tottering wooden door, soft city lights glowed through the ragged curtains. A smog of pollution coated the whole...

The Language Debacle

The over crowded bus trundled from the depot. After a failed attempt at seat-hunting, I resorted to standing, holding the camera in one hand...

Truth or Fiction

The two bodies were lying on the bed with their limbs at awkward angles. Their throats had been cut with something razor-sharp. The esophagus...

Jingle all the way

The cakes baked and the gifts wrapped. The Christmas tree was dazzling with stars and bulbs. Perfect, Rita thought to herself. The kids will...

Chronicles of Kalapahada

Year 1572 It was a clear night illuminated only by the glint of starlight and the radiance of a bright moon. The mighty river Mahanadi...

The Door

The dream was back again. But, this time not in sleep. Amalia, the youngest General manager of the company was attending an important meeting, when...