Stories in English

A Chase of Cheers: Mr. Lootgia Ram’s car had been stolen. And old Mr. Ram had gone crazy about it. Uncle Samanta had taken up the case. Of late he had been trying his hand at chasing criminals. At sixty-one he was full of enthusiasm in his new interest. “This must be the work of Karchori Lal,” he observed as …

Radha felt happy and satisfied. She had decided to participate in the “Grow a Plant and Win a Prize” contest. She had no experience in growing plants but she was quite enthusiastic about joining the competition and winning a prize. She kept the whole idea a secret. Radha did not even tell her mother or her sister about her plan. …

Pinky was standing at the kitchen window when she first saw the bird fly past. A small black and brown bird, when a patch of pure, dazzling white on the wings. In its beak it held a wisp of straw. Pinky strained hard to peep out of the window but the bars held her back. She only saw the bird …

Tommy’s New Friend: Tommy was not happy. He did not run after the ball. He did not even wag his tail. Golu realized it. Tommy wanted to have a friend of his own. Someone who was like him only. He barked, “Bhow… bhow… bhow… I want my own friend… at least one” but Golu did not understand what his loving …

A Gift From Mother: During 1942, Bengal rose like one man to participate in Gandhi ji‘s Quit India Movement. In the course of the struggle for freedom, a young Bengali girl, Sharada Chatterjee aimed a revolver at Mr. Gordon Jackson, Police Commissioner, Calcutta, and fired twice. The incident took place at the prize distribution ceremony of a high school where …

The Bailiff’s Bootsoles: There was a bailiff in Polevaya once called Severyan Kondratych. Eh, what a ruffian he was, what a ruffian! They’d never known the like since there’d been mines and mills there. A hound, he was, and worse. A wild beast. The Bailiff’s Bootsoles: Pavel Bazhov He knew little enough about the work, but when it came to …

The Song of The River: It was summer time in the high valley. Ghungroo drew a deep breath. The bells on her ankles tinkled as she tossed back her wavy tresses…and trickled out of the melting snows of the great mountains. The Song of The River: Nita Berry It was no wonder really that the little river was called Ghungroo, …

Two Little Sparrows: “Cheap-cheap!” The shrill cries woke Nandita up. She switched on her bedside lamp. There was a fluttering. Wings whizzed past above her head. “Oh, it is you!” Nandita called out to the two sparrows perched above the window curtain. “It is too early to chirp. Let me sleep!” One of the sparrows blinked a mischievous eye. Then …

The new tenant who had come to Flat 4C was a smuggler. Ratan was sure of that. The man had straight, black brows and when he smiled, which was seldom, he showed teeth that were crooked. ‘Just like the villain in the film Moti Moti,’ thought Ratan. And was this all his furniture? One cot, a table, two chairs and …

The Pram That Walked: “Ma! Ma! Give me something to eat, quick, then I am off,” I said breathlessly as I rushed home from school. I stopped at mother’s bedroom door. I could see her in the mirror, coiling her hair into a bun. She was wearing a cream-colored sari with a dark purple border. “That is a going-out sari, …