The Day AILA Came: Prologue

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Fifty-year-old Mr. Basu stretched in his easy chair. The whiff of the coffee beans called out to him as he picked up his newspaper, ‘The Tribune’. Though the aroma of the coffee was ambrosial, it never reached his lips as the coffee mug came crashing down. Mr. Monotosh Basu read the deadly headline, “Cyclone AILA Swallows Coastal West Bengal”

That very moment, he understood what it felt like when the heart stops beating and when the brain stops thinking.





This contribution is edited by Edlyn Dsouza, & Tarun Chintam, & photographed by Ravindra Patoju.



This short story is available in a paperback & ebook.

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