Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, eagerly looking for publishers, publicists, literary agents and huge hearted generous readers, to see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- This book is of course a collection of fantasy stories, starting from ghosts, demons, aliens to fairies and mermaids.
The child of woods
the child of woods piece 2
“From where did you get the child?” her husband was shocked. “You will land us both in jail.”
“No! I already talked with the police; I have left a message in that hut too, in case someone returns they can take him from us.” Snigdha said, “I could not leave him there! What if a wolf or some other animal heard him crying?”
“Sorry darling, I guess you did the right thing.” He patted her shoulder.
No one came for him. Either they were dead or he was deserted.
He started to grow up under her loving care.
Not everyone was that happy.
She and her husband had quite a nice amount of land and other properties, both were above fifty and a handful of their relatives were hoping for their early demise, or the chances of their adopting one of their kids as their child and leave their property with that kid.
Everything went down the drain when Snigdha returned home with that kid. They adopted him after a year when no one showed up to claim him.
He was named Aranyak, his parents called him Aru.
Little Aranyak was everyone’s pet he was a sweet, playful and loving kid, about to turn three next month.
His parents celebrated his homecoming day as his birthday.
He was playing in the garden with some of his friends and then he just disappeared.
Snigdha and Mahim combed the garden and then the villagers joined them, they combed the entire area inch by inch there was no sign of him. It was getting dark when they reached the forest.
Most of the villagers backed off but some stayed with the frantic parents, they entered the woods, hollering his name.
All of a sudden they heard a song- a divine song, no one has heard a song like that in their entire life….they followed the song, hoping to find the singer and ask her if she has seen the kid. If she was brave enough to move around the forest in darkness then she might have noticed Aru too.
They reached the hut… the song abruptly stopped… they stepped inside- Aru was sleeping on the floor. The hut was empty like the day Snigdha found him in it.