the charons

Some stories are too dark to share still conscience makes the person tell.

Not with pleasure of any kind but as a burden to be shed from soul. To warn others who will get the message and walk with caution

This is a chapter of my life that came without provocation, invitation and destroyed almost every good thing i had. Not by one stroke but by well organized torment of ten years. Read and be warned if you are indian esp bengali.


my author page in amazon which has the list of my other books:

If anyone is kind enough to review this book i will gladly share the pdf file, and as a gift the pdf file of one book, and will love to review his/her work if s/he sends me the word or pdf file.


Some reviews:

Thank you and God bless you my priceless friends!

the charons


37 thoughts on “the charons

  1. Hi Sharmishthah. How have you been?
    My apology for falling out of the blogosphere for a while. Pressing matters to attend. Solved. Almost. πŸ™‚
    I see you’re going to Hyderabad (of the Sind? πŸ™‚
    Wish you the best with this change (Love the word “shift”), and will stay in touch.
    Take good care of yourself my friend.

      1. Hyderabad (of the Sind) is a story that’s been playing in my head for some time. Just can’t find the time to write!
        Wish you the best in the Hind variant! πŸ™‚
        A change is (almost) always good! Takes one away from one’s demons I guess. And you deserve to be happy!
        Have a nice “shift” my friend.
        And let us know how it goes!
        Take care

      2. Your ancestral home keeps popping up in your words. It was very important for you wasn’t it? πŸ™‚ Would you have a picture?
        take care my friend.

      3. That is the sad part, the shape of our burdwan home was odd for photographs, still we managed to have a few but the negatives are gone. I have some partial ones, one or two i guess will share after getting my datacard back.

        Loved both my ancestral homes. Despise my family but will always love the homes. πŸ˜‰

      4. Hi Sharmisthah (3 H’s? 1, 2, 3… good. Spelling is important!) πŸ™‚
        9 days? OMG. Time flies indeed. I hope Hyderabad (the other one) is treating you well. You deserve to be happy!
        Will wait for your datacard. meantime….
        Have a great week-end!

      5. Every one deserves happiness unless he or she robs others from theirs and ruins own karma. πŸ™‚

        This Hyderabad is fab till now.

        God bless you dear friend, thank you. One month, four days went by in a jiffy. I too am dying for my datacard

  2. Oh Trisha, I’m sorry you had to endure such things, or anything bad at all. You are truly a survivor. I hope it helped unburden you to share this story. Mega-hugs dear friend. πŸ™‚

    1. it certainly unburdened, more than that it was about sharing the truth with those who have/might have heard those evil lies.

      The problem with truth is it stays silent that is why lies thrive so much in this world, I am not joining the group of silent truth.

      1. so many times I have wished that earlier victims of my town has opened their mouth! Have you finished the book? If you have, then you too must have felt it’s root is very deep in that town, so many kept silent and this thing kept happening.

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