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JOY DEEP SAHA

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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The Man Who Married Himself

Submitted to Contest #105

The Man Who Married Himself By JOY DEEP SAHA ‘why not? ‘ With these two words, my good friend Pastor Zataga changed the trajectory of my life; when he told me, he had just talked to Bishop Fleming for two hours on the phone and discussed the Bible in great detail. Chapters. Leviticus warns Christians not to marry their sisters, aunts, mothers, mothers-in-law, daughters, or even granddaughters (just in case). But in a good book, there is no objection to the marriage. So when I told Pastor Zatarga what I wanted to do, he finally re...

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Tantric Sex for the Determinedly Single

Tantric Sex for the Determinedly Single By JOY DEEP SAHA Your mother had always loved India even though she had never been there. Your father did it once, during the war. Crowds, he'd said when you asked him to tell you. Hot, she admitted when you begged for more. India is full of Indians, your mother had accepted. Still, it doesn't matter because they are always very polite, even in a country I had only read about in the newspapers, I was always happier to be the authority. There he would learn how to behave correctly, he said. ...

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A Dog's Tale

Submitted to Contest #105

A Dog's Tale By JOY DEEP SAHA CHAPTER I My father is a St. Bernard dog, and my mother is a shepherd dog, but I am a Presbyterian. My mother told me that I myself don’t know these beautiful differences. To me, these are just big and beautiful words, meaningless. He likes this; she wants to say that she is surprised and jealous of seeing other dogs, not knowing how she got such training. But this was not real training; it was just a performance: what he said, he listened in the dining room and living room when there was a company, ...

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Mrs. Manstey's View

Submitted to Contest #105

Mrs. Manstey's View By JOY DEEP SAHA The sight from Mrs. Manstey's balcony was not spectacular, but at least it was full of interest and beauty to her. Arriving late on the sidewalk and the gaps in the sidewalk would have stumbled Quinto Curtius, the widow of a clerk at a large wholesale house. His death had left her alone as their only daughter had married in California and couldn't travel to New York to see her mother. Perhaps Ms. Manst...

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Dinner For Three

Submitted to Contest #105

Dinner For Three By JOY DEEP SAHA It was six o'clock when Breanna heard her mother's phone receive a text message while she was sitting on the kitchen bench. "Mom, I bet it's a dad!" Breanna jumped up from the couch, the books spilling in front of her. She had wondered what story her father would read in one of his funny voices when he put her to bed at ...

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Time, Again

Submitted to Contest #104

Time, Again By JOY DEEP SAHA Before we met, he showed me his journal. I must admit that this series of events still puzzles me as I think you must be puzzled by my choice to leave your life so abruptly. I've gone over everything in my mind over and over again and can't get rid of the sense that everything is somehow jumbled up. While this may seem like a flawed argument, it is reason enough to me. I don't understand it. Therefore, I'm going. Before we met, you showed me your journal, and then we had sex on the hardwood floor of your li...

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The Dream

Submitted to Contest #104

The Dream By JOY DEEP SAHA The kid slept comfortably in his bed. Dreams of cartoon characters filled his mind with pleasure and contentment. I just woke up. I have seen the world through his eyes, and the world is lovely, new, and full of marvels. Tonight I will depart. I have the stuff to accomplish, and sleep will not be easy for the next few nights. Scott is a calm boy. He is 11 years old; He is very timid, introverted, and socially inept - all the essential elements for a terrible upbringing. He gladly spends his days in his r...

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Homecoming

Submitted to Contest #104

HomecomingBy JOY DEEP SAHA Of course, if I am not an idiot. Belcher cleared his throat in response to Bob Charno. "Hmm. I'm thinking about asking him on Monday." "No, it is not enough." "Hmm? "You should call her now." "You need to call her right now." "YOU SHITTING ME???" Belcher looked like a man confronting approaching passing. Bob Charnot ignores the curse and focuses on the task. "No, I'm not talking nonsense with you. Now pick up the phone an...

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An Ideal Family

Submitted to Contest #104

An Ideal FamilyBy JOY DEEP SAHA The crowd hurried on their way home, trams rumbling, cars rumbling, large taxis swayed and swayed with thekind of ruthless and provocative indifference that can only be known indreams... This is us A day on anyother day in the country. Office. Not much happened. Harold did not come backfrom lunch until four o'clock. Where is he? What did he do? He would not tellhis father about it. Walking through the hallway, when Harold walked inquietly, as usual, he said goodbye to the caller, dressed beauti...

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The Vandals are Coming!

Submitted to Contest #104

The Vandals are Coming! By JOY DEEP SAHA When Mr. Chan returned after a long weekend with Ms. Chan, he discovered that her garden had been damaged. The hooligans who had frequented the region at night had jumped over the gate and destroyed what had brought her in one night. His beautiful rose shrub was uprooted, Buddha's porcelain garden was damaged, pickets were smashed and goldfish in the pond were killed. So Mr. Chan had done what anybody faced by siege would do and constructed a wall. He took a step back to study the new fenc...

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The Driver's Wife

Submitted to Contest #103

The Driver's Wife The two-bedroom house is built with logs, slate, and fibre bark, and the floor is paved with lining boards. The large bark kitchen at one end is larger than the house itself, including the porch. The clumps have no horizon because the fields are flat; there are no mountains in the distance; the bushes are made up of apple trees with too small and rotten roots; there are no weeds; nothing makes sight ...

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Someone To Care For

Submitted to Contest #103

Someone To Care For My buddy Natalie can't see the purpose in you. She claims that all you do is burp, fart, dribble, smile inanely and make a series of incomprehensible sounds. Admittedly she hasn't seen you at your finest, but I still think that's a bit harsh. The first time Natalie came to visit, you were sleeping on your back, gurgling tiny spit bubbles, a little strand of saliva running down your chin. Natalie simply looked at you as if you were a monster from another world. She made no secret of the fact that she wasn't impressed. ...

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It Was More Fun In Hell

Submitted to Contest #103

It Was More Fun In Hell The following is based on events from 1991 to 1998. He had a beard, dark hair, just a thin man smoking a cigarette. "Something's happened there since the 1970s," he told me. "Probably more. I know the place is bad because the bad thing happened to me. It was all in the paper. National news. You changed my name to protect my privacy. Something different happened to me. It's still inside of me, but not all of it. He liked to attack women most of the time. ""Do you want to turn off some gh...

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Pseudonyms

Pseudonyms "Gelb wants you to call him." I looked at Frankie, opened my mouth, and slowly started shaking my head. A Gelb image delayed my answer, monocles in the eyes, raised eyebrows, pursed lips, and a grimace. I cringe at the thought. "I don't plan to name this injection," I said firmly at last. Frankie put his hand on my shoulder. "Relax," he had a big beard in his mouth, a toothy smile, and a three-day beard. "Gelb likes you." "Is it about Hansen?" I asked. ...

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THE DREAM

Submitted to Contest #43

The boy slept peacefully in his bed. Dreams of cartoons characters filled his head with joy and happiness. I have only just awoken. I saw the world though his eyes and the world is beautiful, new and filled with wonder. Tonight I will leave him to sleep. I have work to do and sleep won't come so easily in the nights to come.Scott is a quiet child. Eleven years of age; he is extremely shy, introverted and socially awkward, all the ingredients needed for a difficult childhood. His days are happily spent locke...

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