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Thursday Stories 1.8.19

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

Agnimalya Book 1 the attic

The attic- PART 3

He heard her shouting a few minutes later, telling Romita that nothing is missing, only the things have been turned upside down. Now she will have to arrange them again.

Next it was the little ones! Well, they suspected each other for hiding their stuffs.

The family retired after an early dinner. Everyone but Rohit fell asleep. He had to catch up with his studies after the morning drama.

A screeching sound brought him out of his medical journal. He lifted his head looked out of the window and gasped. A pair of eyes was looking back at him from the other side of the windowpane.

A pair of strange glowing eyes!

They belonged to a skinny woman. Her long hair was blowing in the wind. So was her dress that looked like a gown or something similar in darkness. The eyes were not the only problem. She was looking at him through a window three storey high. One of her palms was resting on the window pane, long nails softly tapping on the glass.

“Hey!” he jumped up from his chair. It was Ritwik. “Sorry! Did not meant to scare you.” He patted his shoulder. “Go to bed. I will wake you up early if you want. Do close the window. You will catch cold.”

Rohit looked at the window, it was wide open. He did not remember opening it but closed it, turned on all the bolts before going to bed. He woke up with a splitting headache in the morning.

He went out to the garden with his books after the family left and studied till 12 in the noon, studying in garden seemed much easier than inside his own room. He started thinking that most probably Ritwik was right, he will be better off in a room downstairs.

He went inside and headed for the toilet. On his way there he saw that the basement door was open. That was very unlike Aindrilla. He left the main door unlocked when he was studying outside because the door was visible from his place. Did someone sneak in or his sister left the door open by mistake. He decided to check it before closing it and went downstairs.

Her closet door was open, all its content was scattered all around the room. So was the door that led to the garden. Not only her rooms but of the other two rooms too. He closed them all, bolted them from upside down and went upstairs, after coming out of the basement door he locked every bolt on the door.

A feeling of unease crept in.

“Hey Aindri come upstairs will you?” He called her out the minute he heard the three girls entering the house.

“Yeah?” she asked crashing on his bed. They were step brother and sister but were really good friends.

“I can assume that you could not possible leave every door of your basement palace open?” he asked, “…and scatter all your things all over your bedroom?”
“Again…!” Aindrilla growled.

“Yes… again… I was studying in the garden, I got up somewhere around 12 and the basement door leading up was open, I smelled a rat and went downstairs, every door was open wide! All of them! Your stuffs were scattered all over the room.” Rohit said. Then after a long pause he added “Do you think the house is haunted?”

“Do you think someone has master key of the house’s doors?” Aindrilla questioned back.

“Most probably you are right. At least we can pray that! Anyways it is dangerous.” Rohit said.

“Dada…” It was Pramila.

“Yes?” he asked.

“You were in our room?” she asked crossly.

“No.” He answered.

She stomped away.


Agnimalya Book 1 the attic

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 ( -they devour quite a huge no. of stories and poems every year. Quite a lot!

my bookstore in shoptly ( 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 ( 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-

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.


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, or go to- I have one too many blogs, so... just pick up the one you love best from here: (You will get the link to my remaining blogs there) or you can check out my ezines- monthly- And linkedin- [Invite me from your linkedin a/c] my email id and I am in goodreads and completelynovel too 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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