I feel a
thrill
Smiling now,
baby
I lose the
blues
There’s no
one like you
💓
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THE DESOLATE STRETCHES OF THE MIND
Friday, June 19, 2026
THERE’S NO ONE LIKE YOU 😍 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 👑
Thursday, June 18, 2026
ONE STEP FORWARD 🃏 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI ♠️
Satish
Sharma was a polisher of metals; he was originally from Calcutta, the beautiful
city of many dreams. Two years back, he had shifted to Surat in search of a
better livelihood. The first year had been good; work came his way regularly. Then came the recession, drying up everything: work, funds, opportunities, and
even relations. He searched day and night, but found nothing; there was no work, and everywhere they asked him to wait, to wait until the recession was over. However,
his life will not wait for the recession to be over, nor his body. Soon his
savings were over, but the recession was everywhere, and he could not go back to a
more expensive city like Calcutta and then came the last blow from his flat
owner. Pay more or vacate the house.
👦
Satish Sharma will take that one step forward, but the question is, where would he take that step?
To know about Satish Sharma's story, click on the book link of
'AMPUTATED MINDS'- A STORY TO TELL'
Wednesday, June 17, 2026
SINS OF MINE 💢
Sins of mine
Are they there to
haunt me
And destroy
my inner self
I try to
stop
But to the
devil
I am in
debt.
🃏
Sunday, June 14, 2026
RONNIE 👤
Ronnie
rides his bike
He
is riding on the free highway
Summer
sun shines
On
his golden hair
His
blue eyes
Looking
out for a signboard
Saying,
‘Welcome Home.’
☠️
JEENU ❄️ AUTHOR GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI 👑
My name is Alfred Harold Hill. I am a
cartographer for the British Army, Highland Rangers, and XXV Company. And I am
dying. I am writing this journal to preserve my identity and to let others know
what happened and what we went through. I have no idea how long I can write, as
only a few candles are left and the inkwell is half empty.
It is November 12th of 1891, the year
of our lord. Outside the log cabin, a snowstorm has roared for the past three
days. There are four to five feet of snow all around, the passes and routes
erased beneath the relentless snowfall. I have tried to escape the log
cabin only three times, only to turn back, defeated by the snow.
I am 24 years old, my rank is first Lieutenant and it seems like yesterday when we journeyed from the army camp at Dehradun, three months to this day, a Platoon of thirty-five men and with me, and I am the last one remaining, the others dead, or as the Bitak would say, ‘Lo sall Jo kumi haar Jeenu.’ disappeared into the arms of the Jeenu.
💨
Alfred Harold Hill's story is a mystery that will remain unsolved. To know more about 'JEENU', click on the link below the book cover of 'SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES'.
SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES
Saturday, June 13, 2026
PAPERBAG 📃 AUTHOR TITO ✍️
Iztak Salal knew that he must do his
work very quietly, very patiently; he must not draw any attention to himself or
to what he was seeking. The book, which he carried in a bag, was slung across
his chest, and he could get himself killed if seen by the right eyes. It was a
book of medicine, an ancient book, but written for Ayurveda, written for
Hinduism, for the knowledge of Hindus only, and he was aware of how Hinduism
functioned.
The Hindus were a tight-lipped people, hardly sharing anything with those around them or with the world at large; sharing knowledge was the last thing they would ever dream of. For them, Islam was not only a strange religion but an aberration. Somehow, in many ways, in things big and small of daily life, they tolerated Islam; for one thing, Hindus were known for their infinite and world-weary patience.
Iztak Salal knew that if not for the book
he had found, their paths would never have crossed. But now he must cross that
wide chasm between the two religions.
☸️
Iztak Salal was a practitioner of the ancient medical science known as Unani, and he, along with his childhood friend Rahim Shah, was travelling in search of Moksha.
To join Iztak Salal and Rahim Shah in their journey, read 'SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES'
SHOOTING MR SUMMER & 7 STORIES
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