(A Collection of Short Stories) Author - Suresh Babu Mishra English Translation by - Dr. Brajesh Kumar Gupta ‘Mewadev’ ‘THE STORIES OF THE COLLECTION ARE RELATED TO THE STRUGGLE OF LIFE AND THE INTENSE DESIRE TO LIVE’ Human life and its activities have always been the center of infinite wonders and curiosity. Literature is considered to be the most important means of knowing and understanding the activities and actions of any period. Through literature, we know and experience the living world in our neighbourhood, surroundings, and the living world spread across the world and its activities. These experiences not ...Read More

UNIQUE AURA It was the month of November. It was ten o'clock at night. In the plains, November considered a month of mild winter. Mild sunshine comes out during the day, and the weather becomes slightly cold by evening. But in Kashmir, it is quite chilly even in November. Sometimes snowfall also starts. Parvez Rasool was lying on the bed in a quilt in his house in Gulmarg. He was trying to sleep. Just then there was a knock on his door. He was surprised. Who could it be at such a late hour on this cold night, ...Read More

WOUNDED SOLDIER The news spread like wildfire in the entire village that someone's dead body was lying near hill of the village. It was a small village situated near a high hill in the Baramulla sector of Kashmir. Fifty-sixty families lived there. All the people of the village gathered near the hill in a hurry. The dead body was lying in a bush below the hill. Two young men took the dead body out of the bush. Everyone was surprised to see that it was the dead body of a soldier. He had been shot in the chest ...Read More

SCATTERD BLOOD The evening darkness was slowly spreading all around. BSF Subedar Raghuraj Singh posted on the border looked towards the border. The barbed wires spread far and wide were witness to the Indo-Pak border. Raghuraj Singh has been posted on the border for the last ten years. Nothing has changed on the border in these ten years. Sand spread far and wide, hot winds in summer, sandstorms and movement of people between the two countries, everything is the same as it was ten years ago. The world has come a long way but the only way to ...Read More

THE WAVES OF RAVI Reshma was sitting on the bank of the river Ravi. She was staring at calm waves of the river. The waves were flowing at a calm pace. There was a deep silence all around. The river Ravi flowing from here enters the Pakistani border. This is where the borders of India and Pakistan meet. Reshma lived in Kashmir. She was the only child of S.P. K.R. Khan of the Sopiya Range. Reshma kept looking at the foamy waves of the river for a long time. Then her eyes turned towards the west. She was ...Read More

WORKING STYLE "What? He refused to take ten lakh rupees", the minister could not believe his ears. "Yes, am telling the truth minister. Yesterday I went to DM Sahab with ten lakh rupees in a briefcase. But DM Sahab did not even touch the briefcase." Contractor R P Chaddha said. The minister was listening to everything quietly. He could not understand how an officer could refuse to take such a huge amount. "Minister Ji, do something, if I do not get this contract, I will suffer a loss of crores." Contractor Chaddha said. Disappointment was visible in his ...Read More

BEAUTIFUL EYES Shankar and Tarana were sitting on a mound on the bank of the Nakatiya River. Far the worries of the world, both were lost in their world here, in this solitude. Shankar was playing the guitar and Tarana was singing. The sound of the guitar and the song was echoing far and wide in this quiet place. Shankar must have been eleven-twelve years old. He was a teenager from a middle-class family. His father had a grocery shop in the city. Shankar was very handsome and very good at studies. He was very fond of playing ...Read More

LEASE OF LAND It was a Sunday. I was sitting at the house of a lawyer friend of having evening tea. Some other friends of the lawyer had also come. They were talking on various topics. I was sitting quietly and listening to everyone. At that very moment, an old man came there. He looked like a typical villager. The old man greeted the lawyer and asked- 'It has been three months since we won the case, but you have not yet given us possession of the land. How much more time will it take, sir?' The lawyer ...Read More