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OUTSIDER FICTION BY  RAKESH SAHA Chapter 6:- “ H ave anyone informed the police?” A strong and firm voice came down through the stairs and started preliminary diagnosis of the injured patient lying on the stretcher, with his stethoscope. Dr.Amitabha Biswas, one of the top neurosurgeons in India, aged thirty five, wearing the as usual doctor uniform, rimless spectacles on his eyes was not only checking the senseless person but also had a quick look on the nearby persons. “I know Mr.Sushant the SP” Naresh remarked in the middle of checking. “Hmm. Its better you call him now. We are running out of time. He needs to be operated right now.” Dr.Amitabha said clearly to all of them. With immediate effect Mr.Naresh bring out his cell and called the required person at that moment. He can hear the phone was ringing. “Hello. SP Sushant Ranjan speaking.” “Sir. I am Naresh from Vishrantwadi. I hope you can remember me.” “ Yes yes. Te

Are ebooks are considered to make films?

Are ebooks are considered to make films? Many folks asked this question whether an e book can be considered as a good script to make a film.  Well the answer is YES  If you have a good content in your story and you have good tools to publish it on websites then you can get the views automatically. One best way to upload your content in Kindle ebooks.  There are several websites are available to upload your content. You can just google it. Hope you guys got the answer.


OUTSIDER FICTION BY  RAKESH SAHA Chapter 3:- L osing the grip, unable to hold the momentum, Vishal, in an alarmed state, was running through the desolate road, nowhere to go. His soul was trying to be free from all the shackles of memory where the glimpses of his only love and life was howling.  That poignant injustice of life always had an endeavor to swallow his mind. He was somewhere in the hollow dark space from where he could not even imagined to illuminate a lenient moment. He was the only one who can understand his lament but failed to convince with the reality. His alarmed state had taken him in such a hollow space where he had lost the ability to listen the intense horn of the truck behind him. The driver suddenly pushed the brake but it was too late. The vehicle lost all its control to avoid the sudden collision. From the middle of the road the wretched fellow was thrown into the corner of the pavement. Blood spilled out from


OUTSIDER FICTION BY  RAKESH SAHA Chapter 2:- 22.07.2013, 10:00 PM “Why are you shouting at me like this way amma?” Naina replied. “Why do you need to go in these kinds of late night parties? What is the point of enjoying life in this uncultured manner? Just look at your dress. Huh!! Is this the..” “Oh come on amma, please don’t start again. It’s fashion. Don’t you get it? People do not wear sarees in the parties. I like these dresses. Everybody likes these. Please do not interfere in my dressing sense or any personal matters. I am an adult now. You are old fashioned but….” Slapppp….. Naina’s left cheek turned red and her eyes were wet. She paused for a moment, looking her mother’s furious panting face and then ran into her room. “Do not ever dare to talk to me like that or show me your nonsense audacity.” Bangg!!! The door of Naina’s messed up room was shut with a sudden thrust. “Enough is enough. I should have controlled this


OUTSIDER FICTION BY  RAKESH SAHA Chapter 1:- July 22, 2013, 11.30 PM …… A fter a long hectic schedule of software expo presentation and analysis, Vishal returned to his residence. His place was well furnished. There were lots of furniture, trendy dining set, 42” wall mounted LCD television, etc. in a word everything was there for him.  It’s general for him to get back to home in the late nights or midnights. He really didn’t care about the time or which day it is. Time just became an excuse for him to survive. All he knew was just work and only work. After finishing dinner with two chapattis and dal makhni, made by his 60 years old maid, he put his head on the cushion, laying on the sofa and turning on the CNBC channel. It was 12.45 AM. Though his body was tired but his eyes were not ready to be calm and quiet. He was constantly changing the TV channels. He rose up and decided to take a shower. He went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. Slo


OUTSIDER FICTION BY  RAKESH SAHA INSPIRED BY MUM From the author ….This is the first time I am using my fingers for this purpose. I am neither an in born writer nor I have any intention to make it as my profession. This small note is the dedication to that person for whom I am able to find this side of my nature. I don’t want to reveal the name of the person because I know the great soul can understand what I have in my mind. “Tumi ja diecho more ta firaye nio na...tomar rine rini amar mon, amar lekhoni, amar prerona...amar ei chhoa tomar daan er proticchobi matro” That person really has the talent to move me around…this is just for her and only her…

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