Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon-
This is a chapter from my own life, the reason why I cant go out and look for a job like you guys do and live a normal life, because the monsters of this book hovered around me for too long, to ensure that my life gets screwed up as much as possible, they succeeded in material sense, that is a credit I will give them without least hesitation. Read it with an open mind and if you are Indian, woman better believe it. I have done my duty, believing truth or not is your choice.
V. The 31st night:
Now back to Rajpur. There is only one incident left to say, my horrible experience of 31st night. I will never forget that night.
Mr. Jain was Mr. Amicable as I have said, and my family values did not permit free mixing with men, so I always kept a distance from Abhishek and Mr. Jain. I mainly mixed with Mr. Jain’s kids and Sulata.
It was 31st evening, I was in no mood to go downstairs but Rik came upstairs and begged me to go and join them. They loved to play loud music and dance. As they both were tiny children, one five or six year old the other ten or eleven years it was fun to watch them dancing. So they often displayed their dancing skills to me and this time too he begged until I gave in and went downstairs.
Mr. Jain appeared from his rooms after a while and I could feel he was drunk. He headed straight for me, and started to stroke my shoulders. I got up and left the place instantly.
Anita that night insisted that she will watch the New Year Eve program and I went to sleep in my room. I was lying there almost asleep when I heard a loud banging on the door.
It was Mr. Jain, fully drunk. Anita asked him what was the matter and he told her to open the door.
She told him both of us, my mother and I were sleeping but he ordered her to open the door anyways.
I noted with absolute horror that Anita was about to obey him she headed for the door but saw the door is locked from inside.
“Uncle the door is locked.” She said.