Deep in the bowels of the Eastern Ghats Mountain Range nestled the small and obscure village of Cheenna Gato, meaning a tiny hole in the native tribal dialect, a mix of the Odiya and Telugu languages. The year is 1960, and while the rest of the world celebrated many human advancements, the villagers of this tiny jungle-mountain settlement remained happy with their secluded existence. Ramaloo and Anantamma, along with their eight-year-old twin girls Daksha and Aadrika, lived on the fringe of this heavenly little hamlet.
On one pleasant morning, a massive and thunderous sound shattered the tranquillity of this peaceful village. Anantamma rushed out of the hut throwing down the basket of leafy vegetables that she was inspecting to prepare lunch. Daksha and Aadrika, who were playing with little dolls made of mud, ran towards their mother in scare. A startled Ramaloo looked towards the sky, letting go of his axe buried on the side of a fallen tree, which he was chopping to collect firewood for his wife to prepare the afternoon meal of the day.
The sudden and near-deafening noise had jolted every soul of the Cheenna Gato village. Following the earsplitting boom, noises of falling rocks and trees resonated through the entire hamlet. The villagers stood still wherever they were. A great fear had engulfed their very existence. They did not know what was happening as many different sounds of varying decibels travelled through the air, and then there was the boom again, and again, and again. It split through the jungle like the thunderbolts of Zeus cracking in uncontrollable rage.
The noise carried with it fragments of dust, rock, and earth, which settled on the entire forest and the village. From dusk to dawn that day, many more thunderous cracks and unknown sounds took the villagers peace away and along with it came tons of dust and debris spoiling the atmosphere of the entire settlement.
That evening no one dared to speak or discuss anything about the noises. They went to sleep thinking that the next day everything would be normal once again. Alas! The next day the sound had returned afresh, and for days it kept on resonating through the jungle.
“Our very existence can be at threat over here. The ancient scare that our forefathers ran away from has come to haunt us. We shall all die,” screamed a villager addressing the chief of the village. “Do not jump to conclusions, Pandu. We do not know what the sound means. Maybe it will pass away without disturbing our village,” spoke up one of the elders.
“For generations, we have survived by remaining hidden. The ancient scare from which our forefather had run, has never been able to breach the tunnel to reach our village. We lived while the world around us fought many wars and morphed many times, till it became what it has become, unknown to us, and it’s perhaps better this way,” added another old man.
“What if the calamity reaches the village this time? We do not even know what our forefathers were running away from. We need to know what we are up against. We need to investigate,” came another voice from the crowd that circled the great banyan tree, under which sat the chieftain and his council of the five wise old men. That evening after many days of continuously hearing the sounds, the villagers had finally gathered to discuss; what to do about it.
“We could use the tunnel to investigate,” spoke up Ramaloo’s elder twin daughter Daksha. Every villager had a right to speak irrespective of gender or age at any meeting in the Cheenna Gato village, so the young girl was not afraid to share her mind. “How could you even suggest that. It is forbidden for any of us to enter the tunnel,” spoke up Anantamma, covering her daughter’s mouth with her hand and hushing her to silence.
Many generations ago, few families were running from something. Something that had scared them too much. After roaming in the jungles for more than a month, they had come to find a hidden passageway naturally carved on the facade of a gargantuan stoneface. On crossing over to the other side of this tunnel, they found a paradise of habitable space, with a bountiful stream originating from an eternal spring, with fruit trees, game animals and wild cattle.
They settled in the land and came to call their settlement the Cheenna Gato village. To keep the reason for their fear away, they sealed the passageway and forbid anyone from ever travelling through the tunnel to visit the world outside their secret hamlet. For centuries the villagers had heeded this call of their forefathers and never ventured into the tunnel.
“No one needs to investigate this any further. We will ward off this unknown evil by hiding as we have always done,” was the final verdict of the chieftain that day.
Days turned to weeks. The weeks turned to months, and the months turned to years; the sounds became a part of their very existence. The mighty thunderous crack was initially pretty far away but gradually came closer till it was right at the village doorstep, and then it moved away.
As time passed, the sounds also morphed and changed. Booms, clangs, thuds, thumps, cracks, clatters, rings, voices, animal noises and other inexpressible sonic variants resonated through the village. It was a mixture of many sounds that became a constant source of an unknown scare. The tranquillity of their heavenly little hamlet was gone forever, and though the sounds changed, they never completely left.
Seven years passed this way, and the once peaceful village had turned into a realm of perpetual and unexplainable fear. The villagers were scared to stay out of their houses for too long. They looked towards the hills and the sky whenever they heard the sounds, fearing that it would harm them. During this time, no festival or occasion was celebrated in the village.
Daksha and Aadrika were now eighteen years of age. It was time for them to get married as per the village custom. Ramaloo had even identified two boys, but the twins refused to get married in the environment of the scary and unknown noises. The few marriages that happened in the last seven years were all uneventful and silent. The girls were also worried about their mother, who had grown extremely paranoid about the noises. Anantamma had become nearly insane and lived in a constant fearful state of a spontaneous scare. They wanted to free their mother and the villagers of this paranoia.
Then one-morning Ramaloo woke up to find the beds of her daughters empty. They never woke up before him. Anantamma was still sleeping. Something must have happened. Where had they gone so early? Ramaloo frantically searched all over the village but could not find the girls, till he realised what had happened when he saw his axe missing. A lot of time had passed since the girls were gone, and it was nearly mid-day by then. By now, most of the villagers had come to know about the twins’ disappearance and were searching for them.
Now Ramaloo and a few of the villagers stood at the village side entrance of the tunnel with a small opening on its face just wide enough for a slim person. It was clear now that the girls had used their father’s axe to make a hole in the wood and stone cluster that sealed the tunnel and ventured into it to investigate the noises.
The worried father darted to enter the tunnel but was held back by the villagers. Ramaloo shouted and pleaded for the others to let him go after his daughters, but no one would listen. The chief said that they would wait not a minute more than two hours for the girls. If they did not return by then they would seal the tunnel. They could not allow the ancient scare to enter the village.
Daksha and Aadrika had managed to reach the other end of the tunnel. Contrary to the belief of the villagers, there seemed to be no danger in the tunnel. It was just dark, damp and naturally scary. The light from their two burning lard-fuelled torches provided sufficient illumination for the girls to trace their way comfortably. Their bodies however got covered in cobwebs, dirt, mud and water. They realised that whatever their forefathers were afraid of was certainly not in the tunnel but in the world outside.
Using her father’s axe Daksha punched a small gash on the sealed-up entrance of the tunnel and the girls emerged on the other side after an hour of struggle. They were the first individuals from the Cheenna Gato village to step into the outside world and they froze in silence at what they saw in front of them. For five long minutes, they did not move a muscle as a long and slender slithering beast of great fear slowly approached and then passed them. They realised that it must be the dirt, mud and water from the cave that covered their bodies, which had helped camouflage them from the gargantuan serpent that would have otherwise devoured them.
A minute short of the two-hour window, when the villagers were just about to seal up the cave, the girls emerged from the forbidden crevice. Ramaloo and Anantamma ran and hugged their daughters who were covered in cobwebs, mud, and water. The villagers quickly sealed the opening and shut themselves in from the rest of the world once again.
That night a meeting was called around the great banyan tree once again, where Daksha and Aadrika spoke about the beast they had encountered in the world outside.
“The beast is a long and shiny metal-skinned black dragon-like serpent, that released huge columns of smoke from its head as it moved on two shiny metallic lines laid on a circulated path carved on the side of the mountain going through the forest. It made a lot of noise as it moved along the track and released a sharp shrill every now and then. The monster had made many holes in the mountain, long tunnels through which it slithered across the impregnable jungle. There were square openings on its sides, and as it passed by we saw many many people packed inside its belly,” explained Daksha to the confused villagers, who had never heard of such a thing.
I think we need not fear the monster, as it seems to be capable of only moving on the laid metallic line. We think it can never come to the village. All the poor people it had gobbled must have landed in its metallic path by accident,” added Aadrika with a great sense of confidence bringing much relief to the residents of the Cheenna Gato village.
Perhaps it was no monster that the ancestors of the Cheenna Gato village were running from after all. Perhaps they were getting away from the destructive ways of man in general or something else, that we would never know. The present generation of villagers however was happy to get an idea of the monster that lurked beyond their hamlet and thanked Daksha and Aadrika for their extreme courage to bring closure to this ancient scare that had suddenly emerged after many generations during their time.
The Kothavalasa–Kirandul broad-gauge railway line meanders through the dense jungles of the Eastern Ghats Mountain range in India. Cutting across three states of Andhra Pradesh, Odisha, and Chhattisgarh, the line pierces through fifty-eight tunnels and rolls over eighty-four bridges. This marvel of engineering feet, not seen anywhere else in the world was built over a span of seven years from 1960 to 1967 through Japanese support for transporting iron ore from the Bailadila mines to the Visakhapatnam port.
Today the line is also used by tourists to visit the million-year-old Borra caves at a height of eight hundred to thirteen hundred meters from sea level. So, if you happen to travel on this railway line someday, do keep an eye out who knows you may spot the sealed entrance to an ancient tunnel leading to a secret village.
Copyright © 2021 TRISHIKH DASGUPTA
This work of fiction, written by Trishikh Dasgupta is the author’s sole intellectual property. Some characters, incidents, places, and facts may be real while some fictitious. All rights are reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including printing, photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, send an email to the author at trishikh@gmail.com or get in touch with Trishikh on the CONTACT page of this website.
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My mind is stuck in ancient civilizations. Maya, Inca, all the hidden civilizations were all occupied one by one. Now there are very large countries and cities, but the sense of brutality and occupation is very common… Who knows, maybe the big fish will not be able to swallow the small fish, hoping to stay in unity and togetherness.
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Yes, indeed you have brought such a very interesting perspective to the story. Did not think of it this way. Thank you so much for your comment.
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I love surrealist stories and write occasionally. Most of the surreal stories have a seed of experience. The rest is the author’s imagination. Nice fiction
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Reading your comment gives me great joy. I can’t thank you enough for it. Comments and appreciation makes writing these stories worthwhile.
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The monster they feared was a train.
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Well we don’t know what their ancestors feared. The present generation feared the noises made during build the railway track, the blasting of the tunnels, the constant sounds of construction on the mountain, the laying of the tracks, which was caused over a span of 7 years, and at the end of 7 years the noise of the train itself. Hope no one reads this comment before reading the story. 🙂
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Many such as Carl Jung believes that we today are afraid of the huge skeletons of dinosaurs because our ancestors feared the noise the living dinosaurs made and it was passed to us in racial memory. Frankly, they had a right to be afraid of a T-Rex. Therefore maybe something akin to a beast ran these people’s ancestors into hiding.
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This is very possible, however, whatever the original scare was we will not come to know and I leave it to the imagination of my readers. Thank you so much for appreciating the story. I always treasure your comments. They give me much encouragement.
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I like it that you leave the original scare to the readers’ imagination. 🙂
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I think a readers involvement in continuing the story is as important as the writers initial thought.
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This is an interesting point of view. We are the children of aliens 👽 forefathers , who mixte his ADN, at a moment, with people of “ours earth”. This story reveals, somehow, whu we are. Like I said, this is a deep point of view.
And a great story to.
Have a great day!
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Your thought is so unique. I did not think about this angle while writing the story, however, it gives a reader and me a lot to think. Thank you for this lovely comment. Always treasure your feedback.
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Whit pleasure !
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Thank you so much for promoting my latest story in your website. Really appreciate and treasure your constant support.
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I’ll know what to do if I travel there!
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It is really a very interesting place to travel to. The train ride is awesome. Crossing the 56 tunnels is a different experience altogether. It makes one wonder how could humans build a railway line in such a difficult mountain-jungle terrain.
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Great. Today, young people are not afraid of anything. They are just fearless, Then people fear God. Not now.. Rev. Bishop Victor Phillip
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I think it is always important to fear God, and more to love and respect God. Thank you so much for liking my story Bishop, much appreciate your comment.
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That’s a wonderful story Trishikh 👍 informative too 🤝
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Thank you so much Srikanth. So glad that you like the story and find it informative too.
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I absolutely love this story! Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much Dawn, your appreciation always gives me great joy. I look forward to it.
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As always you drew me in and kept me interested to the very end. I love the illustrations. Did you draw them?
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I love drawing, but did not draw this one. I found it somewhere. I would love to illustrate the main photo for my stories, but cannot find the time to do it always. Thank you so much for taking so much interest in my stories and always appreciating them. I am glad that I able to write tales that appeal to you and so many others all over the world.
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Interesting! Looking forward to another great one.
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Thanks Anamika, so happy that you like my story. Your appreciation gives me great joy.
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Another amazing read dada!! ☺️
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Thanks Arpita. Always appreciate your comments.
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Thank you so much Ned for promoting my story. Always appreciate your kind gesture.
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Another lovely tale. I was caught up in the paralyzing nature of fear, which can mean the quest for safety dramatically reduces the size of one’s world and experiences.
But I’m still glad that Dashka and Aadrika were able to return home.
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I am so glad Annie that the story appealed to you. I am glad to hear the web of fear that I too spin, worked to a certain extent. You are right, the quest for safety can severly affect our lives. Most of us take it for granted, we do not realise how many generations have toiled for us to enjoy the present civilisation we have, and which is not perfect, so we need to do our bit to provide a better environment for the future generations.
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Lovely story, Trishikh!
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Thank you so much Ola. It makes my day when someone appreciates. Specially a die-hard book fan like you.
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Another great story told so well. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you so much Goff. Was not so sure how my friends would accept this story, however, the reactions have been so positive that it gives me great encouragement. Thanks for always being so appreciative.
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Pleasure. Great Read. Happy Monday.
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Thanks Goff, a pleasant Monday to you too.
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Cheers.
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Once again I am transported to and from a very far place, to become part of a marvelous story. And always given a key insight. Very well done! Thank you!
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Thoughtful comments such as yours makes writing these stories so worthwhile. I am ever thankful to you for loving my stories.
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What a gripping story, Trishikh, it gave me goose bumps. Until the end I didn’t knowif this was a real event, but apparently tourists are drawn to it.
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The Cheenna Gato village and the tribe are a figment of my imagination, but the railway line and the Borra Caves are absolutely real and a big tourist attraction. I thought that during the 7 years that tooj to build the route, maybe indeginous people were disturbed. That’s how the concept came to me and the story developed.
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Humanities ferocious appetite for expansion and development had already swallowed up many of those secret ancient villages in the past, has managed to hold out against pollution, spoilage and desecration for a long time.
Should such places, resembling a small paradise, still exist? One can only wish for it, as a last beacon of sanity, serving all humanity!
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This is the exact message which has been resonating in my mind for the past few days as I was writing this story. How destructive and disturbing development can be if not down sensibly. The day man learns to live for others most of humanities problems would vanish I believe. Thank you so much for always taking such deep interest in my stories and commenting on them so thoughtfully.
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Very nice story. Thank you.
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Thank you so much Marthe. Always appreciate your comments and likes to my stories.
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If you wrote this story only using your fantasy, it is really quite a big one, and here in Germany we have a hole in a modern shopping mall in Frankfurt am Main, I allowed myself to post a link to my photo, is it not the same hole, best regards
https://www.fotocommunity.de/photo/my-zeil-bild-3-alicja-szrednicka-mondritzki/17069562
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Thank you so much for appreciating my story. Yes, I wrote it out of my shere imagination. Love the phots in your fotocommunity blog.
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I’m glad that you like my photos, I neglected my photography for a whole year, since I started my culinary blog, but soon I will return to photography in the previous issue
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I understand, having more than 1 passion can be demanding. My best wishes to returning to photography as well. I am surely in you would be able to manage both your passions.
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thank you, how nice😊
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You are most welcome.
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The story was amazing! Truly capturing the mind . Also teaching us that not all beliefs are to be believed. Sometimes it’s important to take risks and move ahead. The use of visual imagery is terrific 👌👌👌
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Thank you so much. I really appreciate your appreciation.
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Another great story!
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Thak you so much for your beautiful comment.
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Loved the narrative, Trishikh!
The threshold of realisation for the reader is simply fantastic!
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Thank you so much Harish for appreciating this little tale of mine. So glad that you find the “threshold of realisation” in this piece fascinating.
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I think you should stop copying your blog page, someone can download these stories and write them into one book
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That would be such an honour. I just wish that person mentions my name as the writer.
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a właśnie! myślisz, że to zrobi, to ok! ale ja tak nie sądzę 😢
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Nice
I also write short stories like this well this not typically short but you can follow me – https://eduastic.wordpress.com/
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Thanks Syed. I just just love writing and stories. Have started to follow your blog. Look forward to some great tales in the future. My best regards friend.
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Thanks for the support ☺️ This will really encourage us writers
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You are most welcome. It’s my pleasure.
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Thaank you so much for promoting my story in your website.
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Thank you so much for promoting my story in your website.
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This is such a nice story.
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Beautiful story actually there were no monsters of the Cheenna Gato village and two girls Daksha and Aadrika had shown courage . Thank you for sharing another excellent story.🎉🙂
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Thank you so much Priti for this really thoughtful and heartfelt comment. Always treasure your appreciation. So glad that you liked the story.
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Yes I liked it. Your story always makes me happy. 🌹☺My pleasure.
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Thank you so much. The greatest reward in writing these is the kind of appreciation you bestow. Always treasure it.
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With pleasure ☺🌹Im feeling happy that as a very new and small blogger Priti can make you so happy with her heartiest appreciation. ☺☺☺💓🌹
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Every appreciation is big to me. I treasure your comments and likes. Good to have you as a friend.
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Thank you my friend ☺🌹
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You are most welcome Priti.
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I’m honoured 🌹☺Good morning
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A very good morning to you too. Have a great day.
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Yes. With pleasure 🌹where are you from? I’m from Kolkata
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I am originally from Kolkata too, now though I and my wife are settled in Bihar, in a small village 40 km from the city of Patna. We work in Eastern India’s largest eye hospital. I am senior manager communications.
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Wow! Good. I’m a school teacher. Science teacher. I’m from Jadavpur.
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We had lot of relatives and property in Jadavpur K. M. Raychowdhury Road. I too come from a family of teachers. My wife is a teacher. My ansestral house is in Hedua, behind Scottish College and we have a flat in Patuli. Well nice meeting you. Have a great day.
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Nice to meet you too. Have a beautiful weekend.☺
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My honour Priti. A great week ahead to you too.
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Me also☺🌹
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Great story. God blessing.
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Thank you so much Bishop. Glad that you liked the story.
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Yes🙂💕
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II thought I was already following you and wondered why I didn’t get the updates, but now it worked (I hope).
I always enjoy your stories. They are so well written and the story itself stimulates the thinking. I mean, one can always find aspects in other people’s stories that hadn’t crossed one’s mind yet. That is the great advantage of diveristy.
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I am so honoured by your compliment. It gives me great encouragement to continue with my writing. I usually try to write and publish one story every weekend, but at time I fail due to other priorities.
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Superb fiction relating to the broadgauge railway line between Kothavalasa and Kirandul through the dense jungle of the eastern ghat mountain range
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Thank you Subhra. I always look forward to your comments. They encourage me a lot and gives me greatly joy.
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Thanks for your compliment s
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You are most welcome Subhra.
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Many unknown facts l come to know from your writings
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That makes writing the story so meaningful. When I am able to share knowledge, I find my existence to be meaningful.
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What an interesting story and so well written. Loved it!
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Your words of appreciation gives me great joy and enthusiasm to keep on writing.
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🖤🖤🖤🖤
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Thank you so much for reblogging this story of mine.
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Reblogged this on Write and Create (from Creative Writing Course).
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Thank you so much Craig for promoting this story of mine.
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Superstitions had been the bane of our society. Daksha and Aadrika broke the tradition. It shows exemplary courage on their part. You have beautifully weaved this phenomenon in an interesting and captivating story. A wonderful story, as always.
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Thank you KK for your always encouraging comment. I was looking forward to your comment and thought that you must have missed the story. So glad to hear from you. Always a pleasure to be able to weave a tale that is liked by si many. You are right about superstitions – as long as they have a scientific relevance to convince simple folk, I think it’s still okay, but otherwise not. Further many superstitions might have had relevance when they were created and are redundant in the present era, so we also eliminate such from our lives in order to evolve and move forward.
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Yes, I didn’t receive notification in my readers section. I then visited your site to check out. I endorse your views on superstitions. Stay safe and blessed.
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Thanks KK, always a pleasure interacting with you. Safety and blessings of the Almighty to you and your family too.
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Another wonderful and engaging story. I like how you take the reader to the place, to which you refer in your stories. Excellent work.
Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you so much Chitrangada. Am so glad that you like my visualisation of the locations in my stories. Always appreciate your constant appreciation for my tales.
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Simply awesome!
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Thank you so much. So happy that you liked my story.
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Lovely story and writing!
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Thank you so much Cindy. Your comment gives me great encouragement.
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It’s a pleasure always 💖💖
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🙏 Thank you so much.
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Thank you so much for promoting my story.
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Great story, if the twins had lingered a moment more or stepped out further would their adventurous spirit taken them on a new life?
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Now that you mention it, I realise that is so true. There is perhaps no limit to what one can discover.
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A fabulous read. You had me revisiting some of the theories from my youth. Well done!
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Thank you so much for enjoying the story. I am so glad that my tale could relate to you and help you revisit some of the theories of your youth.
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Very powerful story!
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Thank you so much Emmanuel for kind words of appreciation.
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My utmost pleasure Trishikh
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Thank you Emmanuel for promoting my story. Always treasure your support.
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A wonderful story indeed. Thanks and regards.
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Thank you so much. It’s my great pleasure that you liked the story.
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The story you have penned down is unique in more than one way. Those who have lived and enjoyed the village life know what a life could be in rural areas. THANKS & REGARDS.
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You rightly say, those who have lived in villages and pristine areas know the value of such places. Humanity need to protect these regions for a healthier future.
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I entirely agree with you. Thanks and regards.
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Like the way you describe each minute detail giving a regular moment or scene a real visual effect, it is really captivating, intriguing and ofcourse your experience is clearly visible in the narration. Your eye for seeing regularity in a fictitious way is awesome, it makes a person almost believe that the story would have been true 😊. Fiction almost seeming reality. 👍
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Thank you so much for your lovely compliment. It gives me great joy and much encouragement to keep on writing. I really treasure your appreciation. So glad that you find my writing vivid and the fictional parts realistic.
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Like the way you describe each minute detail giving a regular moment or scene a real visual effect, it is really captivating, intriguing and ofcourse your experience is clearly visible in the narration. Your eye for seeing regularity in a fictitious way is awesome, it makes a person almost believe that the story would have been true 😊. Fiction almost seeming reality.
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Your kind words of appreciation do me great honour. I am so glad that you find my descriptions alive and the fictional parts sound like reality. I really treasure your comment.
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That is really nice of you to say great honour..you are a kind man 🤟…treasure my comments ….truly touched 😊
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I really dig the power of words. They are indeed very precious to me. Since there is no monetary angle to my stories till date – words of appreciation such as yours are like gold coins to me. They also act as the fuel powering my writing engine.
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😊 was going to ask you, do you have a book with all these short stories…seems like I got my answer…nice to know you value my words infact everyone’s…and indeed nice of you to say..will wait to see more of your writing drives…hoping to have a smooth ride along…
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I think and hope that one day there will be a book. That will be a big dream come true. I had promised to first write 50 stories and then explore the possibility of publishing. However, I will always try to write and publish a story ever weekend on this blog, free for my friends to read. Thanks you your best wishes. Have a great day and a good weekend.
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You breathe life into every character and situation with your words. I recalled reading a book called Lost Horizon and a place called Shangri-La (in the book it talked of a place hidden from sight somewhere near Tibet, deep in the Himalayas). Your words evoked similar fear. Love reading your works.
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Thank you so much for your comment Jess. Your kind words of appreciation gives me great joy. Well, as you mentioned Shangri-La, my story “Spy To Lhasa” might interest you. You can read the story here: https://storynookonline.com/2021/03/20/spy-to-lhasa/
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It’s always a pleasure to read such impeccable prose. Thank you for the link to “Spy to Lhasa”. I will definitely read it.
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The pleasure is also mine Jess. I am sure that you would enjoy the story.
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I did, Trishikh. Yesterday, in fact. Absolutely loved the intricately woven tapestry. Thank you for the share.
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Really appreciate this. Thank you so much Jess.
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Another masterpiece, Trishikh. Thank you!
Joanna
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Thank you so much Joanna. So happy that you liked this story.
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