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the child of woods 10

the child of woods

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 5


“Where are they?” she asked, trying hard to not sound alarmed.

“There…there and there…” he pointed his chubby fingers towards at least half a dozen points nearby.

A sense of uneasiness entered her heart and a shiver ran down her spine. “I can’t see anybody Aru… there is no one here but us!”

“You won’t be able to see them mommy.” He answered solemnly.

“Why son…?”

“They don’t want you to see them….”

“Oh! Let’s go back home son.” She grasped his chubby arm firmly.

“Okay!” he smiled and then turned his face towards the hut, “Bye!”

She looked at his angelic face, he was so beautiful! Did not look like a creature of earth, glowing skin, a head full of curls, huge eyes, perfect face and body….

All he needed was a pair of wings to join Cupid’s cherubs.

Later that night she was serving Mahim dinner, Aru was asleep after the exhaustions of the day.

“Mahim I am really a bit worried… is something wrong with Aru or something is really stalking him?” She told him everything that has happened.

“I had a bundle of imaginary friends when I was a child. I too used to make excuses, pass the blame of my mischief on them…” he shrugged.

“He talks so naturally with them, about them, as if they really are there….” She said, the scene of the morning flashed in her mind and a soft shadow of apprehension hovered on her happy face.

“Don’t worry yourself to real problem Snigdha.” He patted her arm softly. “If his imaginary friends were real you would have seen some sign by now, have you seen anything unnatural but his prattling?”

She agreed that she has not seen anything unnatural and with that the sense of calm returned substantially.

The rest of the stories are in the book, buy it, make the poor, struggling authoress happy 🙂


A bookworm transformed into an addicted writer. I love to write and illustrate them myself. By love I mean love, no half-hearted relationship, a full-fledged, passionate love, I can’t pass two days in a stretch without writing/painting (cyber), just feel empty like lovers do when their lovers are away on a tour! Even though I am thoroughly enjoying self-publishing with amazon, but if you like my work and want to publish my works in your magazine, books or better if you want to publish a book of my works please make me very happy by contacting me. Or if you want to sell my works on commission basis only!! contact me, I will be quite relieved. Honestly writing and selling your own work is a very BORING combination. So you are more than welcome! Mail me, or go to- my blog (I have 16 blogs in wordpress, all active, some on daily basis, every one on weekly basis screaming and vowing my LOVE for writing and painting- this one is first-born, so special) (You will get the link to my remaining blogs there) or you can check out my ezines- monthly- And if you want fb you can go to my page, linkedin- my email id and I am in goodreads and completelynovel too I guess I said enough about myself, right? You will forget if I stuff too much here, so if you are curious to know this humble creature just join me in my blogs :)


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