“You know Elokeshi, as I sat near the funeral pyre, watching my father’s mortal remains turn into ashes which were being blown by the wind, it seemed to me that my father’s soul was being released for its heavenward journey”, observed Dipen.
Elokeshi was looking at Dipen steadfastly, and then said softly, “In Bhagavad Geeta, Shree Krishna says:
Vasansi jir nani yattha vihaya
Navani grih nati maro parani
Tatha Sharirani vihaya jir nanya
Nyani sanyati navani dehi
Just like we do not change even when we replace our old garments with new, so does the soul remain unchanged as it discards its worn-out body and takes birth in a new one”.
As he listened to the erudition of Elokeshi through her recital of the verses from Geeta, something inside Dipen shifted and tears started coursing out of his eyes. Gently, Elokeshi put his head on her shoulder as she caressed his hair.
Snippet: In Hinduism it is believed that as the soul reincarnates in a new body in a new life, one’s thoughts and actions in the previous life, either good or bad, impact one’s destiny and fate. This is the concept of Karma.
The above is an excerpt from the story Pandemic, part of my forthcoming book ‘The Chronicler of the Hooghly and other stories’ which is scheduled to release this month (February ’21). For updates, do visit
A spear came whizzing out of the trees and pierced the ground barely ten feet from the palanquin. The shaft vibrated giving out an ominous hum. Almost in unison the tree branches and leaves started to rustle all around. It sounded like an army getting ready to strike.
“Alert! Hold!”, ordered the captain to his men as the guards immediately formed a protective circle and cocked their guns. They peered into the trees to try and spot the hidden enemy, knowing that hidden eyes were watching their every move.
The palanquin curtain drew open and out stepped Rani Rashmoni………..
Rani Rashmoni features in the story ‘The Chronicler of the Hooghly’, part of my forthcoming book of the same name. Should you wish to receive exclusive previews and free copy of the book, do write to me @ email@example.com.
As Anjan put on the kettle switch, the power light came on. A few moments elapsed and then hearing a slight crackling sound Anjan turned. He saw a snake-like bluish flame moving from the electric point and spreading across the floor. As Anjan bent down to shut off the switch, he saw the blue serpent moving into the drain. For a moment time stood still and then, almost as if in slow motion, Anjan saw fault lines appear on the ceiling and the walls before they splintered. Then as he watched, the blue serpent coiled out accompanied by an earth-shaking explosion sound. Anjan was picked up and thrown against the debris like a ragged doll.
The above is from ‘Fault Lines’, part of my forthcoming book ‘The Chronicler of the Hooghly and other stories’. Should you wish to receive exclusive previews and the chance of winning a free copy of the book, do write to me @ firstname.lastname@example.org