Hottest Summer Night

By Rony Dasgupta

Ronits usual dozing after days long work in otherwise the hot and humid day got interrupted with the loud sound of the mobile ring-tone in the otherwise silent hot may night. He looked at his mobile it was Aishwarya or Asu as popularly known among friends. Ronit turned his face towards the wall clock. He was surprised to get a call from Asu at this late hour. He answered the call with a puzzled voice-There was no sound from the other end.
Hello Asu, Is it you? Ronit asked.
The silence got replaced by a shrill crying sound.
Ronit (even more puzzled) Are you ok Asu? Whats wrong? Why was Asu crying? And why would she call at such a late hour?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Aug 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781482836523

Rony Dasgupta

Rony Dasgupta is a web developer by profession who had the uncanny way of thinking beyond methodology and had the dreams to extend his horizons beyond normal paths. Born and bought up at Kolkata in India, he had the very essence of the culture and respect for the soil and intended to bring the people of the soil, who lived an ordinary life in an unordinary way, before the world. In this effort, he wished to bring forth this piece of work as the first approach to his vision. If appreciated, he will continue his journey to name the unnamed and will be committed to the effort of pleasing his readers. Email : [e-mail] Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kingronydasgupta Twitter: https://twitter.com/rony_dg Website: http://ronylive.in Assisted by Rinita Ganguly Email: [e-mail] Images by Sanjib Nath Email: [e-mail] Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ariesan2011 Website: http://sanjibarts.in/

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CONTENTS

11:30 At Night

72 Hrs Latter

The Flashback - 14 Yrs Back

The Christmas Carole

The Unattended Letter

Back To Present

Visiting Past, Once Again

Love Ruins It All

Mysteriously Dangerous Creature

The Metaphysical Aspect

The Confession

The European Tour

The Incurable

Back To Kolkata

The Followup

After 5 Years

About The Author

Dedicated

To,

My parents, especially my Mom, who had shown me the light of this beautiful world.

To my little sister Rima who had been a epitome of support to me, since the day she was born.

To someone who repeatedly urged me to spend more time on writing rather than wasting it on Facebook.

To friends and family.

To my family members of Expinfo Technologies who had always been by my side in spite of all the ups and down in life. Special thanks to Miss Rinita Ganguly for her feedback and support for this book.

To all the teachers and stuffs of Orient Day School who had played a major role in shaping a young mind to face the wilderness of the adult world.

A great many thanks to Mr Tapas Deb Roy Sir, for his inspiring thoughts and Mrs. Lopamudra Bannerjee Mam, my English teacher who has painted the colors of literature in a teen mind.

To a lost cousin sister who lost the battle against cancer. May she find solace in the eternal world.

To my uncle, who had left the world leaving me with the responsibility of loving team East Bengal alone.

To both my grandparents who had bestowed their love and blessings on me.

And also a way to say sorry for all those expectations, by those people whom I had failed to live up to.

And to life.

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11:30 AT NIGHT

R onit’s usual dozing after day’s long work in otherwise the hot and humid day got interrupted with the loud sound of the mobile ring-tone in the otherwise silent hot may night.

He looked at his mobile it was Aishwarya or Asu as popularly known among friends.

Ronit turned his face towards the wall clock. He was surprised to get a call from Asu at this late hour. He answered the call with a puzzled voice-

There was no sound from the other end.

Hello Asu, Is it you? Ronit asked.

The silence got replaced by a shrill crying sound.

Ronit (even more puzzled) – Are you ok Asu? What’s wrong?

Finally the silence broke.

Asu replied – I am ok.

I am leaving tomorrow, have disturbed you a lot recently. You will finally have peace.

Ronit – Will miss you. You were the only friend I could talk to these days.

Silence filled the air once again.

Ronit continued- Stay well, and take good care of yourself.

Asu – hmm.

Ronit- Just don’t think too much now.