somsubhra banerjee
Bio
Loves mountains, sea waves, old buildings, petrichor, sound of night crickets, haiku, kintsukuroi , books, dogs, silences and also cacophonies!
Stories (53/0)
A love that'll never grow old
"Do I know you? Why have you come to meet me?" These two questions reverberated in loops inside Boru's head as his eyes kept staring, blankly at the pine trees, fluttering in the wind! Slow, steady winds then increased their pace, making the pine trees sway vigorously, and along with it, his mind kept swaying, back and forth to the two questions. His mind recollected so many memories, with some being forgotten forever!
By somsubhra banerjee3 years ago in Fiction
An Encounter In A Taxi
She sat, smiling, in the black and yellow bombay taxi, and looked at her phone, trying to open facebook and then closing it up the very next second. The taxi pierced through the road, with the Marine Drive by its side,the cool winds from the sea soothed her face, her hairs flew all around, and she seemed to like it. The lights from the lampposts played hide and seek through the windows, falling on her closed eyes,eyes that were beautifully lined with Kohl. She kept her eyes closed, the horn awaking the sleepy buildings.
By somsubhra banerjee3 years ago in Fiction
Some sad, non-living beings
The typewriter made the normal clickety click noise as the typing continued. It felt sad, a strange kind of sadness engulfed him. It felt, what if it could have resisted whatever was getting typed. What if, it could stiffen the keys so that hitting the buttons ended up getting nullified and the letter never ever got completed. But that won't be possible. It won't be possible to stop the typing of the letter which would drastically change a small child's life. The child, whose name was written as Sahana, is getting transferred to an orphanage by her own parents. The reason for which, the typewriter didn't know. The only thing that it could feel was the sadness and the want to reverse the things or stop them. But does it have a say, no it doesn't. It can only let the thing happen, and stare in sadness towards the child, who stood in front of it, bewildered!
By somsubhra banerjee3 years ago in Fiction
