Prashant Dutta
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There is a story. Everywhere.
- Not Only A PaanwaalaPrashant Dutta · 5 min read · 468 readsThe spirit and determination for success that Ramjee had is missing in his own sons.Drama
- Forever LovePrashant Dutta · 10 min read · 267 reads“We will be together till the universe exists” They had shouted...Drama
- And He DiedAnd He DiedPrashant Dutta · 4 min read · 342 readsSuddenly there was a gunshot, it was shot skyward, the collected cry of the birds as they took flight filled the atmosphere ominously. People around froze, the otherwise human buzz turned silent.Drama
- Confession On Father’s DayConfession On Father’s DayPrashant Dutta · 3 min read · 420 readsA boy who grows up with a strict father is able to now understand and even misses his father's days of discipline when he becomes a fatherhimselfChildren Stories
- Life Of A FugitiveLife Of A FugitivePrashant Dutta · 4 min read · 396 readsThree months went by. I was now pulling rickshaw like a professional and so was Rakesh. We didn’t dress like the traditional pullers but continued to wear our city dresses, trousers, bush shirt, shoes and were well groomedDrama
- The Pleasure In PainThe Pleasure In PainPrashant Dutta · 4 min read · 290 readsThe story shows the pain of pulling rickshaw to warn money is happinessAbstract
- The Smell Of FreedomThe Smell Of FreedomPrashant Dutta · 3 min read · 299 readsPulling a rickshaw isn’t that easy, I pushed the pedal, the rickshaw moved ahead but the handle would go the other way.Drama
- The Village Rickshaw TycoonThe Village Rickshaw TycoonPrashant Dutta · 5 min read · 219 readsThe night stay in the railway station was agonizing. The onslaught by pesky mosquitoes would not let us be in peace for even a minute. Rakesh managed to get one abandoned egg carton from outside the station area. He burnt the pulp and the smoke drove away from the mosquitoes but also irritated our eyes.Children Stories
- The bumpy ride to RampurThe bumpy ride to RampurPrashant Dutta · 4 min read · 406 readsThe train stopped for hours in one of the stations, the passengers grew restless and then furious.Drama
- Smoke or cloud, or BOTHSmoke or cloud, or BOTHPrashant Dutta · 5 min read · 214 readsI saw with horror that people lay everywhere, a pool of blood flowed in the narrow path. I hid behind a tree; I had no clue as to what happened to my family.Drama
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