In the state of Nirmapur, India, the heartbeat pulsed through the bustling streets. A chorus of protests clamoured for justice—the justice that had been delayed every time. A boy disappeared two months ago. In the streets, graffiti paintings on walls were seen in loud colours saying that justice delayed is justice denied. During the day,…
A Word From Stranger
As the dusky veil of evening descended upon the quiet road, a chill gripped the air, biting at the weary traveler’s skin. Winter’s icy fingers seemed to reach deeper into his bones with each step. Most people sought the warmth and comfort of home during these frigid nights, but for him, there was solace to…
The Old That Turned New
In the quiet hours of morning, as the first rays of sunlight gently caress the room, Manimatum stands tall by the ironing board, a serene smile gracing his lips. His fingers move with practiced precision, gliding over the fabric of his familiar white shirt. Each stroke is deliberate, and each crease is smoothed out with…
“Silent Spectator”
In times of dread and homes ablaze, Where were you in those dark days? Not when votes call, nor banners high, Did you hear the pleas, as people cry? Eleven months, a silent wait, Till elections loom, your slated fate. But amidst the chaos, where hearts break, You stayed distant, till polls wake. Houses crumbled,…
Bottle’s Journey: Hope and Reflection
I get refilled again to go with him on his travel trip. It’s common to refill an empty bottle for reuse here in his place, which, in my defence, is a good thing for me. I’m transparent and wears a turquoise colour sticker. On it my family name is written beautifully in curly letters as…
Finding Joy in Circumstances
Today, as I waited for the garbage truck by the roadside, I got lost in a moment that stuck with me even after it passed. It wasn’t a big or thrilling scene, but it felt a bit sad. I heard the garbage truck’s sound in the distance, and I noticed a rich-looking boy walking down…
Unexpected Tale On A Journey
When you want to write, you must do so wherever and whenever you can. That’s exactly what I did last year when I traveled to Guwahati, Assam, with my cousin sister to get her health checked. During my four-day trip, I did my best to find stories to write. But, as it was not a…
In Search Of Meaning
The sky is overcast, and the sun is sinking. The wind whips through my hair and inside my half-buttoned shirt, hitting me hard in the chest. When I look around, everything is green. The vibrant flowers of orange and yellow and red, flourishing in the midst of the green fields, are both eye-catching and peaceful…
NANOWRIMO HWR WRITING PROMPTS DAY 30
Originally submitted on November 30th, 2022. It was selected as the winner for the Week 4. Click Himalayan Writing Retreat to read my story Also, you can see the pictorial visual art of the story below. Credit – Susanta Athokpam
NaNoWriMo HWR Writing prompts Day 29
First object – A Tulsi plant Second object – A spectacle ……………………… “Didn’t I tell you to not play in the rain? Now bear it yourself.” grandma scolded me blowing a mouthful of air onto her spectacle. She has this beautiful frame with heavy black rims to correct a slight hyperopia. Otherwise, she is all…
My Pure Hand 