Will you…?(1 min read)

I ran down the stairs and lifted the receiver, 'Hello', I panted heavily.

'It's me…', his voice was low and hesitant; still it soothed the stinging pain within me.

'I…', he hesitated,'…I can't…', he sighed.

'…can't make it this time??' I tried hard to keep my voice from trembling.

'They've declared war again…', he said after a long pause.

'Papa wants to -'

'I've to go…I promise I'll call you soon.'

' -meet you…', my voice trailed off; he'd disconnected already.

15 years passed. He has yet to fulfill his promise.


Word count – 91

Written by Chirasree Bose for 28 JULY 2017


Where am I??( 2 min read)

I can't breathe; my throat feels dry, sweat drips off my face and hair; I need waterI open my mouth but no word comes out of it.

Where am II slowly open my eyes; it's completely dark; I've never been in a more horrendous place.

It seems I'm sitting on a chair, but where am I…am I in my roomquestions arise; I think the power went offI sigh and get up from the chair but…

My hands are tied together. I vainly struggle against the rope. Something is wrong…I have to get out…I'm trappedI try to shout but my voice chokes.


I run here and there but it seems there is no door, how is it possible…where am I…suddenly tripping over something, I fall to the floor.

I can't feel any pain but there's a sound, it's coming from far away, isn't it my phone?…

I sit up in my bed, ohh….it was a dream!!, I heave a sigh of relief, grab the bottle and gulp down all the water in it.

I fumble for the light switch next to my bed, where's the damn switch, I mutter curses; my phone starts ringing, Hello, I answer it.

'What if this is a dream?…What if that was real?…Either way you're trapped…', the voice on the other end breaks into a mad fit of demonic laughter.

Written by Chirasree Bose for Photo Challenge #175

Let’s stop by a cafe( 2 min read)


I turned back hearing my name; 'Sia!!' I exclaimed.

After an exchange of pleasantries, we decided to stop by a Cafe for a quick chat.

'It's been so long!!' She rolled her eyes; I chuckled at the animated expression on her face and nodded.

'So…how's life?' I asked after taking a sip of my cold coffee.

She faintly smiled, the sudden change in her expression surprised me; thereafter she took a long sip of her tea as if to avoid meeting my eyes, 'how are the wedding preparations going?', she asked.

'It's called off', I shifted my eyes away quickly.

She instantly put her cup down on the table and leaned forward, 'whaa…', her voice trailed off.

'He was cheating on me', my eyes dropped.

She put her hand over her mouth – 'oh God! You guys seemed so perfect!'

I forced a laugh, 'perfection is nothing but an illusion.'

She nodded, seemed a bit hesitant, then quietly said, 'I left my husband's place'; I looked up at her.

'He used to beat me. Even his family…', her voice choked; I put my hand on hers; she looked away as her eyes shone with tears.

She sniffled, 'but the good thing is we're single again', she winked and broke into a laugh.

'You're incorrigible', I widened my eyes.

'Why did we leave them in the first place? To live a better life, right? So let's enjoy every bit of it…', she shrugged her shoulders.

I nodded as a grin crossed my lips; it seemed as if we were back to our high-school days.

Written by Chirasree Bose

Better you hate me (2 min read)

'How may I help you ma'am?' Asked Mala, looking up from her computer screen, a faint smile crossed her lips.

Shikha sat down across the table from her, leaned forward a little and said, 'I have a question.'

'Sure ma'am…go ahead', said Mala keeping the smile intact, although she felt a little annoyed.

'Why did you abandon me?'

The question startled Maya, she scrunched her eyebrows together.

'It took me 20 years to find you…did you ever tried -'

Maya cut in – 'ma'am, other customers are waiting in line. If you have any concern regarding your account or you want to -'

'Is it because I was born out of wedlock?' Shikha scoffed.

Maya let out a deep sigh – 'if you're here just to hear it from my mouth then yes, I didn't even see your face after you were born. I never asked my family what they did with you. I still have nothing to give you. So please…', Maya motioned her towards the exit.

'I didn't expect you to accept me after all these years, I just came to see if you have any regrets, but…', she got up, sniffled hard, her eyes were filled with hatred and embarrassment.

As Maya watched her leave, she gripped the chair tightly to stop her hands from trembling, her throat dried up as the memories flashed before her eyes, I have regrets…I regret being a mother who can't even look at her child's face, all I could see in your eyes was the beast who killed every bit of my soul twenty years back…better you hate me than be called a rape victim's illegitimate child.'

Written by Chirasree Bose.

When She Diaries – Page 4

Have you ever been tired of crying?

Has it ever happened that you woke up in the morning and felt tears welling up inside but you managed to stop them? 

I'm sure it has. Didn't it feel strange? Well, it did to me.

Does that mean you're tired of fighting?

Is it like you've given in?

Or maybe you're used to it now…what is it exactly?

Actually when we're tired of something, we rest, don't we? 

We don't need to hustle all the time; we need rest, the inside voices need to regain their strength before they guide us again, the heart takes some time off before troubling us again and it's okay.

Next time someone tells you that you need to run after your dreams, just tell them that neither the dream nor the road to it is running away, I'll go at my own pace.


It has seen everything( 2 min read)

'Jinia, come inside…food is served.' Mom called from the kitchen window.

I had been sitting in the backyard since morning; my eyes were fixed on the spot where it all happened.

I hadn't uttered a single word ever since that incident happened. There was a strange daunting silence inside my head; it seemed like all the inside voices were shut forever.

I was about to get up from the bench when the harsh cry of the crow startled me, making me look up at it instantly, isn't it the same…it has seen everything…, my heart started beating hard.


It sat on a branch with its eyes pointed at me and it seemed as if its loud cry was narrating the incident to the whole world. My hands started shaking; it seemed my head would explode; my vision started getting blurry when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

It was Mom; I got up and threw myself into her arms. 'It wasn't my mistake…he was beating you…', I shouted my heart out.

She put her hand on my head – 'Shh…nobody will ever know…we've buried the body', said Mom in a calm voice.

I looked back at the Crow, pointed my fingers to it – 'it saw everything, Mom…look at -'

'You're stressed out…let's go inside', she cut in.

'I hope she gets over the trauma of killing her own father… ', sighed Jinia's mother as she thought to herself, '…and never ever gets to know that I was the one who got that done through her…', she looked back, narrowed her eyes at the Crow and muttered, 'you truly have seen everything.'

Written by Chirasree Bose

It’s not the last letter, right?( 2 min read)

Finally Anshu showed up; her eyes told me she had what I had been waiting for. I heaved a sigh of relief and stretched out my hand.

My sister handed me the folded paper, her face looked haggard, eyes dropped; I swallowed hard – ‘is he…’, my voice trailed off.

She looked up, her eyes shone with tears; turning around, she dashed out of the room.

With trembling hands I unfolded the paper –

How are you, Shriya? I’ll keep it short today…

This is exactly what I wished for you. Anshu told me that Abhinav is a very good guy…

But I won’t lie… yes, I’m not happy. The very first thing that occurred to me this morning was to go stop your wedding, but…

Our story will end with this ‘but’, I guess.

Don’t worry…this is not my last letter…I think I’m gonna live for few more days.

You’ll get the last letter after I’m gone…that’ll be my goodbye…

I hope you remember your promise – you’ll never look back. 

My heart would break into pieces every time I read his letters, but this time it gave me a hope, a hope that he was still alive. I pressed the letter against my chest and broke into tears.


Anshu peeked inside the room at her sister – ‘four days back he gave me two letters and told me to give you this one on your wedding day and to not give you the other one until I’m sure that you’re in love with your husband…’, tears rolled down her cheeks, ‘he passed away this morning…maybe he sensed that he’d, but he wanted you to know that he’s still alive so you can start your new life with a hope…’

Written by Chirasree Bose.