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  http://www.youtube.com/@ImagineIamI . The crescent moon was useless tonight, and it was pitch dark all around, and the rain was pouring down heavily and hitting the hard land vigorously. ″Agggghhhhhooo!″ The agony cry crossed the skyline and the falling rain attempted to suppress it, but failed miserably as the cry came once again and this time loud enough to wake up the dead. However, it did shake up Bali Singh, the personal bodyguard of Zamindar Gaya Singh. Bali Singh was on his guarding post just outside his master's bedroom when the agonised cry made him stand up with a startle, making him rush towards the open balcony and out into the courtyard. It was dark, very dark, outside the courtyard, and the tall trees planted around it made it darker. The lamppost inside the courtyard blinked from time to time as it fought to survive against the heavy rainfall. Bali Singh shook his head and was about to turn back when the cry ranted across the sky again. ″Agggghhhhhooo″ It was a t...

    http://www.youtube.com/@ImagineIamI Anupama peered out at me through fatigue-filled eyes, and there was no recognition in her brown eyes. I froze on looking at her appearance. Anupama’s natural brown colour, waist-length hair, dishevelled and unwashed, and the green evening gown she wore had stains on them. Her feet were bare, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes, as if she had not slept for weeks. “Anu, it is I Vikram Shah your cousin brother Vicky.” I ventured to look at her. There was a flicker in Anupama’s eyes, and she blinked them several times and then said in a hoarse voice. “Vicky, is it really you, oh thank god, you got my letter.” “Yeah, I received it yesterday, what’s wrong?” I asked. Anupama sighed, and a relief flickered across her face. Then she chattered, “Please come in, mama will be so glad to see you.” She caught my hand and tugged me into the house. I stepped inside. (Later, when I recollect that moment wryly, I think that one step I took in...

GAUTWORLD Malghut was a beautiful village; it had a good, clean, deep beach, the sand golden in colour. The village lanes were clean and planted on their sides with coconut trees, which not only gave their thirst-quenching nectar but also shaded the village from the sun. There was ripening rice in the fields, and the sweet scent of flowers wafted everywhere. The villagers were a sturdy and hard-working lot; they also kept their village as clean as possible. Inspector Vinayaka took in all this as the jeep travelled over the dusty trail to Pradhan’s house. They reached the large pond of sweet water, which was refilled every year with bountiful rainwater. Two women were drying some pickles near the pond edge as they chatted. The jeep traversed the pond and entered a small lane at the end of which stood Pradhan’s house. Constable Uttar Jeri parked the jeep outside the gate. Pradhan was waiting for them in his house's beautiful garden. Greetings were exchanged, and sweet lemon juices w...

  http://www.youtube.com/@ImagineIamI He emerged from the small alley that was parallel to the main road. He strolled, almost moving his legs. He was exhausted and very hungry. An entire day had passed since he had eaten his last nourishment, and now his throat felt dry and parched. He strolled on the footpath, eyeing the shops selling all kinds of edible items, and he spat, his eyes watering, staring at the food displayed at the shop's windows and out in the open food stalls and food carts. He licked his lips and smacked his mouth as he looked at the piled-up, luscious fruits and snacks. As he looked at the other side of the road, he saw food kiosks lined up like bogies, and the cooks were busy preparing hot, fast food and serving it to the waiting customers. Then some restaurants and cafes were crowded with foodies, eating, drinking and commanding. He was watching the people eating, drinking and ordering, which made him feel a bit dizzy. 🔪 To read the full story, click on the b...

  https://imgur.com The house was silent and still! I shone the torchlight on my wristwatch, 2:15: a.m., the watch declared. Walking downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and poured some sweet cold water from the earthen jug into a glass, and I drank. After drinking two glasses of cold sweet water, I walked out of the kitchen and was about to head upstairs to my room, when I heard voices that sounded like whispering! I froze in my tracks! Thinking perhaps some robbers or a thief has entered the house. I looked around the kitchen and found a long wooden pole. I picked it up, holding it firmly in my hand, and walked very quietly in the direction of the whispering voices. Shielding the beam of my torch, I turn to a corner. The voices were coming from a room. I tiptoed and pressed my ear to the door, and was shocked to recognise the voice of Davey and his father. An argument was going on between the two of them! “But father, it is okay,'' Davey whispered. “You are mad; you should h...

  .evil. I distinctly remember that summer two years back when Rajesh and I made a plan to visit our uncle, who owns a house in the countryside. It was going to be a surprise visit, and we had decided to travel by train. Rajesh was my cousin's brother and the elder son of my mother’s elder sister; in that way, he was a year elder to me. Shankar Sepal, our uncle, had retreated to the country house after the death of our aunt, who had retired as a “Senior Editor” of our town’s local newspaper. It had been five years since he had left for the country, and our visit, in a way, was to be the first one for him. That summer two years back had been very hot and humid, and on one such hot summer afternoon, the two of us packed our rucksacks and departed to visit our uncle. In our minds, we were delighted to escape the city's heat for the cool hills and to the huge house where our uncle lived. However, today, when I reminisce about that summer day two years ago, I find a few quest...