Debaprasad Mukherjee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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“Word Play” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #101

Word PlayBy: Debaprasad Mukherjee“I’m a game if I’m taken in the game,” sulked Arun. Arun was a hefty newcomer in standard seven of St. Joseph Boys’ Middle School.Robin eyed him critically. It was at him the sulk was displayed. He was the school cricket captain. Arun was trying to convince Robin of his cricketing prowess displayed in his last school. Like his countenance Arun had a rough way expression that bordered on bragging. The other classmates remained...

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“The Party” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #93

The Party By: Debaprasad Mukherjee The descent felt like a: what should I say- a cakewalk, a relief, a gasp of fresh air, an amount of remorse- or a mix of everything! 21000 feet of walk on snow in stages with blistered feet within those snow boots, the heavy show outfit, the blizzards, the crevasses- had made me reach the Siala Post, my place of w...

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“The Banyan Grandma” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #90

THE BANYAN GRANDMA BY: DEBAPRASAD MUKHERJEE The house lay abandoned since long; at least since Pintu and his friends have been seeing it. They pass by the house at least twice a day on school days; while going to and coming back from their school after their rigorous attempts at learning. In spite of their painstaking efforts the goddess of learning hasn’t smiled kindly on them, at least th...

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“The Death Certificate” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #76

“Hello, doctor…” “Hello.” “Hope I’m not disturbing you, sir.” “Of course you’re disturbing me, madam. Don’t you realize it’s twelve at night!” “Sorry for the inconvenience, doctor. But I’ve something important to inform you.” “And who are you, by the way?” “Strange you failed to recognize my voice, sir. I’ve visited your clinic many a time!” “Sorry, madam. But stil...

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“The Inspector and His Suspicions” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #57

"Achho..o..o......" As if a hand grenade had burst in the bedroom of Choube. Only effect it had on him was he turned to other side. As a result, the huge bed creaked and squeaked a little.  Choube was sure the the teakwood-bed won't give way, the way he was sure another grenade was on its way in tandem. And it came, a touch heavier than even the first one. He pulled his blanket over his head. He woul...

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“Panky! Are you panicky?” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #54

"Hey Panky! Are you panicky?" In came the instigating eruption from Sonia. It's long since Col Pankaj listened to these words. It teased, as well as egged him on. It was a ploy used by his contemporaries during his Dogra Regiment days to boost him up for the competitions; be it polo, shooting, horse riding, or any other sports. He used to be the toast of the regiment with his midas touch in whatever sports he had taken u...

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“DOEL” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #53

Dolu," I called my daughter in a loud, but tender voice.  No response whatsoever, in spite of my knowledge that she has locked herself up in her room. It was early evening; not her usual hours to bolt herself. "A strange man you are," Sulata, my wife, crept in from nowhere, and hurled her characteristic incriminating tone at me, with suitable mix of similar glance, "the girl has to leave for her college and...

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“A LETTER FROM HEAVEN” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #52

They say, authors don't die, they remain alive in their writings. But mine is a strange case, maybe because I'm not that great an author. I'll possibly not remain in people's imagination through my insignificant deliberations. This a realtime letter form the other world that is not intended for all, but only for the person concerned. Those who read it in the process may take it to be incidental. Dear Piyu...

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“Roxy” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #51

Roxy! The named sounded fascinating to me. As a ten year old boy with a reasonable topographic knowledge about western Odisha I was familiar with the predominantly tribal nomenclature of this mountain belt region. Tumkela, Bhalulata, Lahunipara, Bolani, Barbil....to name a few. Why, our own Rourkela, in spite of a steel factory and a decent township to boast of, fares no better as a moniker. But Roxy seemed out of the wo...

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“AND IT CAME” by Debaprasad Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #50

Sandy relaxed on his seat as the train left Allahabad Station behind. For a two hour's journey he didn't require to travel by an air-conditioned train, especially in this November morning. But this one traveled faster than others. And money shouldn't be an issue. They promised to pay the traveling expenses.  He looked around, and brought out his smartphone from trouser pocket to take a selfie. He looked at the pho...

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Author bio

Debaprasad Mukherjee is a doctor and an author of fiction from India. He has authored a few books and a contributor to literary journals