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Thursday Stories 10.10.19

Today’s story is from Coming Kingdom November 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 $!}]

Coming Kingdom
This book shares stories from upcoming books
Edited by Troy David Loy

Life had taught him bitter lessons too early. He had learnt it when barely ten years old.

Don’t trust anyone completely. Always use your own judgment and always have at least one escape route, even if you are living in a fortress of your own.

He would never forget that life. Every second of it vividly painted on the walls of his dark mind.

It was the turbulent pre-independence era of India. People who were brought up together warred against each other, doing things which made angels cry tears of blood.

All their neighbours left one by one. They asked his father again and again to go with them.

“This is the place where I was born, and these are my brothers. I will not go anywhere. They will not harm me, no matter what!” was his stubborn reply.

His father was wrong. When the Devil takes control of the human heart and arms they forget love.

That night those who surrounded their home were his neighbours; he used to call them uncle. They used to call his father brother, and his mother sister in law.

He saw them killing his father and other male relatives one by one. He felt the stab of their knives on his tiny body. He lost his senses.

His mother and sister, the only females who refused to go, vanished after that night.

When he regained his senses he was lying in a hospital in an unknown village.

“You were floating in Yamuna when the fishermen pulled you out.”

When he came out of the hospital he was informed that his village has been reduced to ashes on the night of the massacre.

They gave him a job in a village, and he stayed back.

Soon, he realized that he was living in a unique village. This village was full of twins, triplets and more. It appeared that no one in that village had only a single child. They were almost always blessed with twins or more.

After a few years there he tried to locate his village; he succeeded. He returned there, and saw that the house in which he was born has reduced to ashes.

Others had returned and rebuilt their homes; he could locate a lot of familiar faces. He knocked on every door he could, but his search did not end.

No one could tell him where his mother and sister were. He returned to the village that has sheltered him bitter and full of hatred.

He did not give up on his mother and sister, and hoped against hope that they were alive.

He still searched for them, using all his money, but in vain. A part of his heart says to give up; they too have been butchered by the devils in the flesh that night. Another part says, “What if they are alive somewhere, suffering?” If he gave up on them, their last hope will be lost. So he kept searching.

Those physical wounds tormented him for years; in those years he decided that he would take his revenge on this country, the country which slays its brothers and dishonours its sisters. Slowly that wound healed from his body and made its home in his mind and soul; making them bleed day and night, so badly that they became gangrenous. All that issued from within was rage and hatred.

He decided that those who destroyed his family without mercy deserved the same; he would turn them into puppets in his hands and control their very destinies. He would unleash the Devil on them as they did to his trusting family that night.

Rest in the November 2017 book.

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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