Something divine

The car stopped after a splutter. He stepped out, the road was deserted. All he could see all around him was empty field… it was too dark to know if they were agricultural fields or just empty land.

He noticed a light, at a distance, seemed a bit far but appeared to be coming from electric lamp, not lantern.

If it was so then he may get a phone or cell phone or else a place to stay at night! He pushed the car to a side of the road, as far as he could so nothing will hit it, locked it and started to walk towards the light cautiously.

All he had was the light of the moon, a few days away from amavasya (moonless night), it made the field look eerie like a graveyard.

He heard a faint moan, as if a small child was whimpering, out of pain. The sound was familiar, nothing new, he has heard it dozens of times but in that emptiness it made his body shiver with fear.

He ran an ugly business, he stole kids, small kids and used them for different purposes- paired them with his men and women and used them as the innocent decoy for their cunning tricks- begging, stealing, mugging, drug trafficking or worse.

The best part was most of them died before they were teenagers; those that survived were usurped by the quagmire of crime.

The dice turned, police was raiding his dens one after the other… he was on the run and that treacherous car had to die here, in the middle of nowhere!

He paused and looked around him; he felt his legs have become as heavy as stones. A small mound in front of him moved, two hands came out of it, small hands of a child then a head appeared…

All around him earth started to shake- they came out, one after the other, their eyes glowing like the eyes of night creatures to take him with them. Down to the land of never ending darkness and torment where they were sent by him!

Next morning a deserted car was discovered on the highway.


Author: sharmishtha basu

Well, Sharmishtha Basu is fifth child of Late Dr. Shibaprasad Basu, she is Bengali, Indian, she took birth in Tundla, Uttar Pradesh, lived in and around Uttar Pradesh for the first sixteen years of her life, then returned to Burdwan, West Bengal , her family has dwelled there for five hundred years or so and are still dwelling there, she lived in West Bengal till 2015 February, since February 2015 she is living in Hyderabad. She is unemployed, unmarried so with lot of time and excessive energy, some evil people made her dreams of having a normal career impossible but that did not diminished her energy, so she utilizes her time and energy mainly by painting and writing, hoping that her books will become her dream career, her salvation in her words, she is a blend of bhaktiyoga and karmayoga. You can contact her through her blogs (main blog), her facebook page, amazon page or emails &

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