Asposhto Prakash

“Bichintopur's” by Asposhto Prakash

Arjun boarded the 5 am bus and prayed to reach on time. In many ways, this incident had shaken him more than his father's death. Staring at the pitch dark Mumbai-Pune Highway, he was glad that Shakti decided to inform him. He tried to doze off but his mind was running wild with reasons he could not comprehend. Lata placed her palm on his shaking knees, " It is a 3 hours journey and ...

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“An Unwanted Issue” by Asposhto Prakash

Submitted to Contest #43

The day Vijay was born his father knew he would be the ideal son, his mother knew she would choose his wife , his sister knew she would be mercilessly neglected except when to be married off and Vijay knew how to “Burp”.He was an unusually quiet child with an unexpectedly calm disposition. Many apprehended he would go against his genes but he did not dishearten his parents. His father could proudly boast of a government employee, his mother did choose his bride aligned with the highest dowry payer and his sister indignant wi...

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“Hope” by Asposhto Prakash

Submitted to Contest #39

To you,            I can see clearly from my cell the star you pointed at, the first time I asked you, “where would you stop”; though I can’t recall its name, can you?I write at night to avoid surveillance and to remember you better. It is so odd, I have forgotten almost everything. Now and then glimpses flash across my eyes and all of a sudden fades away. I do not ask “ how are you?” as I cannot process that answer. You might have wondered why I did not addres...

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“The Time Keeper's Debt” by Asposhto Prakash

Submitted to Contest #38

Tojo was still not sure what had happened. Had his brain given up after days of house arrest? His bewildered eyes were wide open absorbing the peculiar environment that surrounded him. This reminded him of something, but he could not remember what. He was certain he was in a dream but it was not his dream. Tojo Surami was a well-balanced chef. His uniqueness was his ability to keep his head calm and bring in the perfect blend. His passion for sweets had been cut short by a recent diagnosis of diabetes but his dishes retained th...

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“The Soldier Ghost” by Asposhto Prakash

Submitted to Contest #37

The mist was just lifting up for them to witness the wild beauty. The towering shades frantic with the sudden squall, the dense green growling in distant thunder and bursts of lightning in the otherwise impenetrable dark, set the stage for a shivering sight. She was not frightened. This was the usual and they had been so used to this since forever that clear days frightened them. For her this was just another day. The only problem was her wandering bird-brained twin brothers; they considered themselves to be so brave that more often than ...

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“Lost and Found” by Asposhto Prakash

Submitted to Contest #36

1990March 20,She convinced me that I should write regularly. She says it helps in finding ones style. April 1,I am writing because you are checking in.April 2,This is simply exasperating ( I learnt this word recently, chuckles) and tiring. What do you expect me to write? Okay….I woke...

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