Casket of Stories

A short stories collection by Omji Publishing House, written by Ms. Neelam Saxena Chandra

Everyone lives. But life becomes a pleasant journey if you come across something that is called love. Love is not only about romance. It is something more than that. The feeling of love and affection can arise from your child, from your parents, from your colleagues and from your friends. Only if life were easy! Life is the most complicated thing one ever comes across. Life is all about relationships, which never follow a mathematical or geometrical pattern. Sometimes, the one who you felt loved you, turns out to be a traitor. And love may come from the most unexpected corner. It is these twists and turns that make the twenty-one stories in this book.

Excerpts from the book –Casket of Stories

Three days later, Raju and his parents turned up at the clinic. But, my eyes were searching Rajni. I wondered why she had not come. In fact, it was due to her that I had opened an NGO to take care of kids like her. Children who suffered since their parents could not afford the medicines and insulin. Especially, the girls who suffered since the poor would rather let their daughters die than spent so much money on them. My web page had her photo at the top. I had tied-up with many Doctors whom I had met at London for funding. I was eagerly looking forward for my project.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a phone call on my mobile. At London, Dr Julia had shown a lot of interest in getting a project funded for the girl children diagnosed with juvenile diabetes in India. Back to my native place, I had made full project details and mailed her. She had called up to confirm the sponsorship.

Happily, I glanced at Raju. He looked quite energetic. I was jubilant to see his progress. After his examination, his father asked me to give them Rajni’s quota of medicines. He defended himself, “Rajni is studying hard for exams and hence she could not come with us to see you. She has sent lots of love to you. You know, Doctor Sahib, she prays for you daily. May you always prosper. Can you please hand over her medicines? We will surely get her next time.”

I was about to oblige. But tears struggling to come out of Radha’s eyes made me ponder. I said sternly, “No, I will give you only when she comes here.”

Radha’s tears finally scuffled out and she burbled, “Rajni is dead!”

Amazon Link : Casket of Stories

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