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Surprise: Short Story #03

Leave a Comment / life, love, short story / By Hare Krishna 'Gayshir'

In the cold weather the windows of the house were already closed but the door of the room was not fixed. It is not soundproof so it is natural to feel the situation outside. No one’s arrival is certain, yet someone was waiting for that alone. Two hours after the start of the sleep period, he still did not sleep.

The night is passing through the memories. No one is watching him, no one from near or far. The kingdom of silence is at its peak and breathing is going on silently. In such a situation, suddenly the door opened and he stood up in a hurry, his heart beating fast. She was standing in front of him…..

Exultation: Short Story #02

Leave a Comment / life, Nature, short story / By Hare Krishna 'Gayshir'

Healthy greenery of paddy fields in front of eyes. A farmer was walking while monitoring the crop through the bunds. Curiosity with hope and curiosity in mind. It was just morning and a fresh breeze was blowing with the soft rays of the sun for all. It had rained in the night, due to which the unpaved roads were dry and wet at some places. At one place, the movement in the thick bush at the corner attracted attention. He slowly reached there and found that the little birds were playing….

Short Story #01: Old In Present

Leave a Comment / life, love, short story / By Hare Krishna 'Gayshir'

There are both captivity and free stages in the house. There is a strict order according to the situation – not to go anywhere and not to join the crowd. Attention on work in busyness, recollection of time spent in relaxation. Amidst all this, their memory came, whome meeted them before years ago.Those old things that you could not forget even when you forgot them.The order of roads from the streets to the roads through the footpath.Those old things that you could not forget even when you forgot them. New friends were found on the pretext of new information to solve the confusion. With the desire of development, they are separated from each other, but they keep in touch with the special. He was lost in these thoughts while sitting, then he called.