Bismay Mohanty

The word attraction Is a big contradiction To the present person Deficit of the passion. Once it used to be glory When looks were a worry With the mirror curious of the fairy And it all changed with a ‘sorry’. Now none remains the care Even if wrinkles are there And skin no more fair Or shabby grows the hair. Now there is no bother For any insignificant other Because my earnings are my feather And her blindness may stay till she is a mother.

d GCEK Horror Stories Case-II Very few believe in legends of curses and blessings, though I strongly feel that these matter in our day to day life. From the childhood days, we all are taught to stay in the good books of everyone so that their blessings bring us prosperity. Similarly, if anyone falls into the clutches of curses then the person may get into unending doom. One may not believe in black magic and stuff, but when one finds a sealed pot in vast open fields near the college campus, nobody dares to fiddle with them. Ratan is an enthusiastic student of Electrical Engineering Department at GCEK. In his childhood days, he used to play around his household with two girls from the neighboring house. They were good friends till a long time until the sisters and their family were thrown out of the village. When Ratan was about ten years old, the mother of the two sisters called him home for lunch one day. After few days, he started vomiting irregularly and his health re...

It was a dark monsoon evening. The rain had filled up pits all over the roads and silence reckoned in the streets as a graveyard. A girl was running on the broken road splashing ankle depth water onto her tidy jeans. Her white top was torn in the arm region, exposing the wet white skin. At first lane after the VSS market complex, she turned and entered into the fourth house.  Struggling to grab the key from her bag, Ritu succeeded in opening the door to the house and soon as she got it, she locked the door. Trembling with fear, she kept on locking the entrance door and sat in the farthest room from the house entrance Shaking, heartbeat racing to earthquakes in the chest.  The last time she felt such helpless when the dead body of her father, a brave soldier in the Indian Army, arrived at the doorstep. To compensate with the death of the bread-earner, the family now of 2 members became closer. Anita joined an NGO back then and in these five years, she has become the head t...