Swaranjalee Dutta

  In between the silent walls, she watch herself being in a struggle, actually a solitary struggle. Hours pass into days, days stretch into weeks and still her invisible soul stroll around the house, a house of four phantoms! Not a single communication, barely sharing anything with her parents! In her place, an eerie silence has settled, like a relentless fog that obscures the path ahead.  She never realised how they've been so close, once, and now, drifting apart. Awkwardness in every gaze they exchange. She now, feels the chill of the empty spaces. Unnoticed, she is lost in a world of long-range goals, which she thinks won't be accomplished, regrettably! In her secluded chamber, she sketches her isolations and emotions with tender grace, yet alas, they remain in the art itself. Her parents prioritize her academic achievements and well-being at the dinner table, valuing her good performance in studies and ensuring she enjoys nutritious meals. However, their interest extends p...

 Hey Stranger,  Beneath the night's embrace, Reclining on the land, you and I, Stargazing with a wish for the night to linger on, Never saying goodbye. Chuckle escapes at your jokes,  And then our stares meet. As our fingers brushes, You slowly lean towards my nervous lips, Welcoming a passionate kiss. Amidst countless vows, the longing intensifies,  Swiftly you draw nearer, ready to consume me completely.  Our desires entwines, wildfire ignites within, The moon grins, blessing our affection with its shimmering glow, The soft breeze carries our sweet moans,  Across the expansive meadow, like a tune, And thus we crave, lusts sweet surrender.  As you profess your affection for me, Yielding willingly, I submit to you, As the night's embrace envelopes us.

 Have you ever felt for a moment in life, as if you are from the world of fairytales? I personally don't believe, never did I believe it earlier, as a kid. But, today as I sit around alone, on this yellowish colored bench of the greenery park, with faces walking by me, approaching footsteps to be heard and then their subsequent disappearance, migrated birds chirping, giggles and laughter of the kids playing my mind goes back to that time. The time, when I have felt like a grown up, lively and at the same time like a new me.  We've shared a precious time, a valuable moment unmeasured. It has been four past forty-five in the evening. We sit on a cracked footpath, beside the zigzag road. Acknowledging a few youngsters donning their activewears and passing by, one can know that they've come here for their regular walks. A couple of person have arrived with their Beagles and German Shepherds. Both of us, with our eyes fixed on the footsteps, but talking about stuffs almost irrel...

  "Hey, could you please help us find Aisha Shyam. We're her friends, just came to meet her." Mishra have asked the help desk, where a beautiful girl dressed in Violet listens carefully. "Yes sir. Give me a second." She picks the telephone and calls someone. "Aisha, you have visitors."  Deep within I am excited and nervous, a bit angry at the same time. Why have this happened though? I can see a girl through the glasses of the door which weren't transparent. She opens the door. Her eyes contacts with mine. We both stay still for sometime. She bits her lip in disappointment. She looks really pale. She wears a T shirt with a cartoon in it. She still looks really beautiful. I walk towards her. "Is this the girl, K?" Banerjee breaks the silence. I look straight into her eyes. Her eyes seems to be filled with guilt. Whatever. "Hey." I say. "Hi." "Can we talk? It's goddamn urgent." "I have a few doc...

  As I carelessly scroll down the Instagram, I thought of searching for "Aisha Shyam". Expectations and Reality has a difference, I have learned. She's not on Instagram. "Okay! Not a social media person."  I go to the shower. She wants to have a meet up with me, a casual one maybe. "Kunal, stop thinking. She isn't your girlfriend. And you just kissed her because of the situation. There's nothing like that." I try to say  this to myself over and over again. "So, how was the night, Banerjee?" "Areee, puch mat , she's literally eating me up as if I am a chocopie. The role was played by her only most of the time." "Still inside?" "Yes. She told that she would go by herself only." We both laughed. ................... Preparing breakfast for the three of us, I've narrated Banerjee about the last night scenario. He's super excited. I completed everything, cleaned the room and drive my Honda ...

  I am confused. Is it the beer or is she actually asking me! "Okay...ugh. To be honest my friends are staying at my place, and one even brought a stranger to get laid." She laughs. God, her smile is just magical. "Maybe I can if there's no any problem. And don't take me wrong... I won't do anything stupid here. You can atleast trust me for the night." "Areee no worries. Come inside." She unlocks the door. Well, quite a spacious place. Things have been kept, just like the way I imagined. The centre table, a cozy couch beside, the hall is attached with a kitchen completely like the one in cooking shows. I roam around the house, checking her family pictures hanged alongside the cupboard. She's gone for the changing. "This is so amazing!" I've started thinking. In half an hour, she arrives. "So liking it?" "Yes, of course! Why not?" "But, no use na...I stay in office only pura time." "Sta...