the prisoner of sand castle 7

the prisoner of sand castle

Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, eagerly looking for publishers, publicists, literary agents and huge hearted generous readers, to 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 book is of course a collection of fantasy stories, starting from ghosts, demons, aliens to fairies and mermaids.

The prisoner of sand castle

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It was eighteen years and few months ago. They have settled down in this island and were devout monks and nuns.

That morning broke after an exceptionally turbulent night.

Their teacher, the oldest monk of the island was in the temple on the top of the highest hill, offering prayers to sun God when he saw someone on the beach.

The quickly went to her… it was a woman, her mother, Dyuti was still in her womb.

Her mother lived only a month or so, she died giving birth to her.

Her mother told them a story that sounded unreal but was true. That story for the sake of this story will stay secret for the time being, and the wicked author will reveal when she deems the timing to be perfect.

She tied them with a vow of silence and handed Dyuti over to them, telling them some special things about her, they swore that they will protect her till her father comes for her.

She assured them that he will find her out when he returns from the war.

But these were not known to Dyuti. They thought it will be wise to let the child live without burden of too much knowledge. That may rob her off her childhood innocence and happiness.

So Dyuti grew up knowing her mother was a victim of ship-wreck. She was rescued and was being brought up by monks.
She was a very beautiful girl.

Too much salt water and breeze has tanned her completely but one could guess that she was very fair as a child.

Her eyes were huge, her mouth small and her hair was beautiful! Wavy and voluptuous! Even though she was not allowed to let it grow too much, because it was impossible to manage still that is the first thing that drew anyone’s eyes when they looked at her.



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