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Patreon Posts 10

I know many of you are already thinking that most of my posts in my blogs are my old works, years old quite often. Where are my new works? Have I stopped writing new ones?

Well I am still writing and painting as enthusiastically as before. But these days they are channeled into four other platforms- my annual republished kindle books (https://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu) -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly (https://shoptly.com/sharmishthabasu) Another section goes to my shoptly bookstore, here I not only publish my monthly Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal I also publish a set of books of poetry and story. They are quite merrily illustrated and are available as pdf files. Yes you can read them perfectly in your cellular phone and of course in computer.

My twin Ezines Agnijaat and Agnishatdal (both English, monthlies) don’t feature much stories or poems but publish all my new essays and articles and again, truckload of illustrations.

and my patreon profile (https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu) This one again contains bunch of stories, poems and they almost always are illustrated. If not then the stories are very long and of the type that can’t be illustrated.

I have been so stuck up with my creations that I have ignored my blogs and other social media profiles since 2015 I believe. So, if you enjoyed my works quite amply then I think it is high time that I bring you up to date, to share what I am creating these days and how can you get them!

It will be a lengthy affair, so have patience. I will be updating you about my four years of hyperactive creativity!

I will start with Patreon. It is sort of my launch-pad to make my creativity actually become my career. So since creating my profile there I have been updating 5 works each month, two are the Ezines, the remaining three are writing and paintings. Works my blogger friends thoroughly enjoyed. Stories and poems with ample amount of illustrations!

Anyone who becomes my patron there can chose from few tiers-

You can check them from my profile- https://patreon.com/sharmishthabasu

I will share some works from there, hoping they will impress potential patrons, readers who love the stories/poems I write and will love to get a few of them each month. We all have our monthly quota of books we feed the bookworms inside our brain! I did before I started spending that time into writing and painting. I used to read almost anything I could lay my hands on. So I can guess there are many bookworms like me out there who are not writers, just readers and maybe a few of them will get hooked by my writing.

Today’s story is from Agnimalya December 2017 [You can buy this copy directly from me via paypal- https://paypal.me/sharmishthabasu [don’t forget to drop me a line @ sermistabasu@gmail.com after paying in paypal so I can send you the pdf file {all these books cost $!}]

The ones left behind

“Hon…” Rajesh patted the bed beside him, searching for her, his eyes still closed but Lata was not there. He opened his eyes.

Lata was not in the bed, not in the room. He got up and checked the toilet, she was not there. He went out to the balcony.

She was sitting in the darkness like a ghost.

“Hey!” he touched her shoulder, “That nightmare again….”

She nodded her head.

He sat down on the floor, placed his palm on her tummy, “I have heard these things happen because of hormonal disbalance.”

She smiled wanly.

“Come back to bed!” he kissed her cheek gently.

She got up and followed him to the bed.

He wrapped his arms around her lovingly and went back to sleep.

She laid there, too afraid to close her eyes. She was terrified that if she fell asleep she will have the same dream again…

It started before she knew she was carrying the child, growing inside her.

She remembered the first time she had that dream. Rajesh was away on a tour. She was alone in the home except for the live-in of course. But Chaina slept in the ground floor and their bedroom was in the top floor of their four storey mansion.

They have bought this house a little distance away from Mumbai, with one intention, keep the fans away. Rajesh was a superstar and she, Lata was heart-throb of every young boy in the country, and envy of so many pretty girls!

The few years they lived in Mumbai were too much for both of them. Too much intrusion in their private lives, so they decided that they will live here, in the arms of nature, in this small fortress that will keep the pests away, and if required they will go to their Mumbai villa for a while.

Rajesh was in Paris, for some shooting of course, she could not take the trip because her shooting was in Lokhandwala, Mumbai. She returned home after eleven, had her dinner, relieved Chaina and went up the stairs to her bedroom- straight. Half her day was spent dancing, the new hero does not knows left from right, so, he has been spoiling the shots till the director called the dance shot off and asked him to learn dance steps.

Then a few shots were taken and the shooting was called off, as compensation he invited Lata for a drink with his family. Lata happily accepted. He was one of the biggest directors of her time. Actually she was happy like a teenage fan invited by her dream star.

In all her years of struggle she has never met this fellow in those seaside resorts or Malaysian hotels.

She returned home happy… very happy. She knew that the director was planning a mega movie, which he will produce. She knew a little bit about the roles. Her agent knew his casting agent. Yeah, he followed Hollywood style! He has appointed a talented young man to cast for him. Not Indian either. Flown straight from Hollywood! She has seen that fellow once in a while, a tall Afro-American. Not her type! She was stuck on fair when it came to lovers she chose.

Her agent has befriended that open-hearted man and pried out as much as she could. The roles were sumptuous.
So she was quite elated when she retired to her soft bed, after a long, luxurious bath.

She woke up in a dark place. Faint light of candles was giving the place a really scary look. She knew she was dreaming like some dreamers do. It was a deserted temple.

There was an altar far away. Some thing was on it. She peered it was an infant. Just born baby! She could see she was uncomfortable on the cold slab. Yeah it was a girl wearing a pink frock. She was about to pick it up when a hand fell on her shoulder.

A hideous, twisted set of fingers gripped her shoulder. The talons went lower than her breasts and pricked her chest under the flimsy nightgown she was wearing.

“That hand can wrench my head away….” was the thought that flashed across her mind she could feel its might by the pressure on her shoulder. She dared not to look back.

“It’s mine!” it hissed in a voice that talked in human tongue but sounded more like a snake’s hissing. “You have given it to me before it was born!”

Then it passed by her and she saw it. She slumped on the floor. An eight or ten feet tall creature, humanoid, with twisted but powerful hand, leg, torso! It looked ebony black. A tangled mat of locks was tumbling down its head, its face was like a giant snake, or looked like that from behind, in that too dimly lit place.

Lata had no intentions of ensuring what it looked like, if only she could close her eyes or wake up!

Like all dreamers she was denied both. She stared as that demon picked up the infant, now screaming with discomfort. She could feel its pain, it was her own child!

“Give her back to me!” she screamed.

The thing turned and faced her. Two deep ochre eyes locked into her, she felt her soul singed by their taunt and spite. The next second it vanished with the baby. Death silence greeted her plea.

This story is published in shoptly as a book so I will only share a piece here not the full story!

Agnimalya Book 6 The ones left behind
https://shoptly.com/i/vmv

Author:

A bookworm transformed into an addicted writer. I love to write and illustrate them myself. By love I mean love, no half-hearted relationship, a full-fledged, passionate love, I can’t pass two days in a stretch without writing/painting (cyber), just feel empty like lovers do when their lovers are away on a tour! Even though I am thoroughly enjoying self-publishing with amazon, but if you like my work and want to publish my works in your magazine, books or better if you want to publish a book of my works please make me very happy by contacting me. Or if you want to sell my works on commission basis only!! contact me, I will be quite relieved. Honestly writing and selling your own work is a very BORING combination. So you are more than welcome! Mail me @sharmishthabasu@hotmail.com, sermistabasu@gmail.com or go to- my blog (I have 16 blogs in wordpress, all active, some on daily basis, every one on weekly basis screaming and vowing my LOVE for writing and painting- this one is first-born, so special) mydomainpvt.wordpress.com (You will get the link to my remaining blogs there) or you can check out my ezines- monthly- Agnishatdalezine.wordpress.com And Agnijaat.wordpress.com if you want fb you can go to my page facebook.com/sermistabasu, linkedin- linkedin.com/authorsharmishthabasu my email id sharmishthabasu@hotmail.com and sermistabasu@gmail.com I am in goodreads and completelynovel too http://www.goodreads.com/sharmishthabasu http://completelynovel.com/sharmishtha-basu http://amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu I guess I said enough about myself, right? You will forget if I stuff too much here, so if you are curious to know this humble creature just join me in my blogs :)

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