Category: Flash Fiction

BATHUNDA

Every day Bathunda rose from bed before the sunrise. But today he lay asleep even after the glowing sun kissed his yard. He had no

HAFIJUR

“Tell about your neighbourhood,” plainly I put. “Oh, sir! It was wonderful. We were happy to live here for a long time. There was no

AN IDLER

Two middle aged men sat on an iron bench at Falakata station. One was stout and clean shaven, and wore a business suit and his

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