I will go serially, book-wise, today’s piece is from Agnimalya 9: the soul devourers
Agnimalya Book 9 The Soul Devourers
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The soul devourers (part)
Things passed like a dream for the first few months- a job, a small rented flat in her sister’s employees’ multistoried house a salary she could never dream of in Kolkata. Then she started having those strange nightmares. Her sister often invited her to stay with her overnight, an offer she gladly accepted.
Those were the nights of nightmares.
She slept like a log, so unlike her! No tossing and turning during the nights, and every morning the alarm woke her up. But when she woke up she had a vague feeling that she was not alone in the night. Someone else was there in the room, or may be more than one.
Then those strange marks on her arms, two or more small puncture marks. But they were not wounds. They were more like pigmentations. They kept appearing on her body. Her colleagues seemed to talk on multiple levels. She could not grasp the inner meaning of all the multilayered speech, but others did. That made her feel very uncomfortable, and something told her that they wanted her out of there.
She was brought up to treat people well, nicely. Maybe that’s why they were not very eager to butcher her like her sister was. Then she had to leave the town without saying goodbye.
Once, she woke up in the dead of night, for no apparent reason. She was about to go back to sleep when she heard something – the strange sound of chanting seeped through the walls! She checked the watch. It was three in the morning. The language was absolutely unknown to her. It was not Sanskrit or any other language she has heard in all her thirty years of life.
She opened the door. A faint light seeped out from one of the doors of her landlord’s home. Something pulled her towards it, and resisting her natural impulse to believe in the privacy of others, she walked towards it. One of the windows was open, just a crack. She pressed her eyes on it.
Disgust and unease swept through her. Her landlord, his wife, and some of her colleagues were standing around a table. A young woman was lying on it; she seemed to be drugged because her eyes were open but she was absolutely insensate to her surroundings. They were wearing black hooded dress like the devil worshippers of horror movies, their apparent leader, wearing a scarlet robe was standing with his or her back towards her she could not see the face.
The unconscious girl had not a thread on her body and it was painted with bizarre diagrams. They all had small knives in their hands, the edge of those knives were as pointed as needle. Then their leader turned a bit, and she could see his face.
It was her brother in law.
——–Rest in 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 (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 have started with Patreon’s works since April 2019. 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
The next set of works will be from my store in shoptly.com. I have created this store because it gives me lot more freedom than other platforms do. I can pick up the formatting and decide how many pictures I will add and in what size. Nothing meddles with them. So I sort of love this platform. You will see dozens of books here, you can directly buy them from shoptly or buy them 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 $1.00
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