Thanks for all the likes and happy writing, Trishikh

Don’t worry about the world ending today

it’s already tomorrow in scenic and tranquil ‘little’ New Zealand

PPS

Best wishes from the First City to see the light

Weekend Stories by Trishikh

Behind the College Square swimming pool on Bankim Chatterjee street in the Indian city of joy, Kolkata, stood a dilapidated tiny two-storey building crowned with unwanted banyan saplings sprouting from the cracks in its outer walls. A forty-year-old weird man with a midget face and enormous arms lived in a small plaster pealed damp room of ten by eight feet on the ground floor of this very crumbling house. From a large window with vertical iron bars like an old jail cell, Kalidas Maity popped out his little head, observing everything on the busy street outside.

Mobile vendors sold an assortment of things, like authentic Calcuttan snacks, tinker toys, and helium-filled balloons. Squeezing his gargantuan arms through the vertical bars, the deformed man would buy some of these street goods. As he never came out of the house, the neighbouring shopkeeps, such as grocers and vegetable vendors, usually came to…

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