It was just before sundown and the platform was almost deserted. Only an old man with a wrinkled face, sitting in his miserable tea stall, was pouring out tea in to an aluminum kettle and a vendor was snoring uninterruptedly just beside the station master’s office with his hands joined on his chest. I lit a cigarette and taking a deep pull of it looked at the sun which was … [Read more...]
Subhankar Roy writes short stories, poems and essays. An avid reader he always steeps himself in books when not writing. Apart from literature he has a deep interest in art, specially western art. He lives in West Bengal.