If you live in the southern part of the city or its suburbs, where the languid marshlands are rapidly usurped by boxes made of mortar and concrete, and travel in auto rickshaws for daily commuting, you must have sat in my auto-rickshaw. I drive an auto-rickshaw for living; like thousands of young men of the city, who left their school, midway. I ply between two important squares of south Kolkata. If you are curious to know which one is mine, I`d suggest to take a note of the catchphrases written on the hind screen of the autos. Most of them are littered with cheap and clichéd slogans; but the one with “Love is a quivering happiness” is mine. It`s the only auto rickshaw in the city to bear such a beautiful quote. I doubt if any auto driver has even heard it. Whenever I read the line, a strange sensation rises in my heart; a pleasant but perilous feeling as if I were standing on the edge of a precipice and watching a descending cascade tumbling down into a great depth, which will eventually take me along, crashing into a whirlpool of scattering silvery flakes, the droplets catching the resplendent splinters of the setting sun.

Well, last few weeks were very busy, and I couldn`t find time to share my first published story to my friends and faithful readers.
The upper one is an e book published last week by a group of writers, called WRIMO INDIA. This is a name given to the writers from India, who write a 50000 word strong novel on November, every year in 30 days. The organisation is called NANOWRIMO ( November is the writing month), which is a big non-profit endeavour to inspire and urge the wannabe writers to shake of the procrastination and write regularly. WRIMO INDIA comprises of few hundred writers from India who take the writing challenge every year.
This book, an anthology of 21 short stories, is the outcome of collective decision to write stories on a single theme, vengeance.
So, there are 21 stories of vengeance, each one unique in its own way.
The upper photo is the actual cover page of the ebook, while the photograph showing my story is not there in the book; it`s the image, that came into my head while writing the story. A field, with some shrubs and trees around, the blue morning sky and some broken poles - an eerie feeling that you will get when you finish my story.
Hope you enjoy the literary feast, and if you do, don`t forget to comment. All comments are welcome.