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Welcome S4, the new author of Agnishatdal!

S4 is a pseudonym, so please don’t dig around or ask anyone who S4 is. S4 writes from heart, works that you will read are personal opinions, not at all data or fact-based articles. They are just the words of a very worried citizen of India. If you are a dreamer who wears pink sunglasses these works are not for you. If you look at the world without tainted glass these may make you think. Go ahead. As for trolls- dont bother to read them! They are not for narrow-minded readers.

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Sfulingo 2019 in Kindle and Shoptly

This year Sfulingo contains a set of form poems, with appropriate artwork. I have written these poems years ago, only one on each topic then I was checking them out and discovered there is so much more to say about those topics. The form I tried is called rispetto.

Form Rispetto ~ A Rispetto an Italian form which is a complete poem of two rhyming quatrains abab ccdd. Syllable count is 8 per line

Hope you will enjoy these celebrations of colours and words! I am quite hoping that!

I will love to hear from you, compliments, suggestions anything will do!

All poems and other works are copyrighted works of Sharmishtha Basu. You can share them with your friends but please acknowledge the creator. I will be very grateful for your sweetness.

A piece from the book:
That wind in my open hair
Tangling it to a knotty mess
And that attitude of don’t care
Don’t we all see that very trace?

That wild girl from novel page
Captive in every girl’s heart cage,
Scarlett O’Hara slumberin’
so eager to be born again!

Sfulingo 3, Agnijaat Annual Issue 2019

This is the third annual issue of Agnijaat! Thank you for making it happen. This year the book will share a set of brand new stories that I have not published before. Actually I edited them for this book only. So if you like my stories have fun. They are of course from my favorite genre, supernatural. Some stories are dark but most of them are lighter and more pleasant. Hope you will enjoy them and please drop me a line after reading if you can! Share your views!

A piece from the book:

He quickly clambered up the tree, moving swiftly through branches and leaves he reached the spot, a sudden stink hit him. Human odor!

Last evening, everything was fine when he came here to check out the guava, it started stinking overnight? Then he noticed the red vine like thing wrapped around its stem. That must be the job of the humans that live under the tree! They tie these vines, artificial, fake but are really good for nest. They are softer than vines or leaves. Will have to tell missus about that, she loves these colourful vines! He thought to himself.

Anyways, the guava was stinking. Last evening it smelled like heaven, he was so afraid that the parrots might get the smell and eat it before he wakes up, that is why he came up so early, after spending a restless night in his hollow.

Why do these human beings mark every good fruit in the world he wondered! He decided he will ignore that stink and eat it anyways! He approached and suddenly an ear-piercing howl belted out from under the tree, he almost fell! It was one of the smaller human beings, howling and jumping, staring right at him, throwing its sticky, huge front legs all around.

It was trying to scare him, it was quite evident. He decided to run away for now, will have to return later. He ran back to his hollow and kept an eye on the guava from there and on that little human being too.

It displayed its teeth when he ran away. He knew that meant it was happy. Next it went to a bigger human being and after much throwing its limbs and babbling for long, long time settled down to eat. After some time it went inside their cave, changed its skin and came out.

Next it left the cave and went away.

He sneaked out of his hollow, looked around, none of the human were around, they were all inside their cave, he quickly went to the guava, ate as much as he could and carried a huge portion back to his hollow. He knew that the little human will return when the sun is half way down the western sky. Then it will eat the rest.

He must have snoozed, a howl woke him up, it was a familiar howl. He took a peek from behind the branches. It was throwing its limbs and jumping, screaming something in human lingo.

The bigger human being was listening to it, saying things in a softer tone but it was just howling and howling. Then it got tired and went back to cave, without even touching the guava.

Good! He thought, that meant tomorrow’s brunch! If the parrots don’t get there first! The fruit was delicious! He licked his lips. Now, will have to tell missus about the vine after finishing the fruit, otherwise she will eat the fruit when she gathers the vine for nest.

Human beings and their marking everything that they think they own! Bah! He fell asleep, hiding his little face in his fluffy, soft tail.

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Agnidal 2019 in Kindle and shoptly

Agnidal Annual Issues will contain one or more works and an interview of its family members. “Agnishatdal Parivar”. You will read few stories, poems and enjoy some amazing artworks in these pages. Hope you will love them.

Unlike Sfulingo, the contents of Agnidal illustrated is same as the book in Kindle, and if you read both books you will know why I have created my shop in shoptly. Creating is so much more fun here! In case you don’t Shoptly books are illustrated in colour and Kindle books are without any illustration.

Party Crashers by Troy David Loy

The party was well underway when the band stopped playing, as the aliens arrived by teleport nimbus, new to this world. One of them silently exploded, then vanished without warning. Weapons ready, but disoriented by the sudden disappearance of their comrade, several dozen sets of alien eyes quickly scanned the room for unexpected hostiles, seeing only surprised, wary, and unarmed humans.

A man strode forth from the crowd, different in some odd way to the humans surrounding him. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself, or the mirrored polarized lenses concealing his eyes at this hour of night. The aliens had never before seen his like.

His arms folded at his chest, confident, perhaps even arrogant, his resonating voice easily covering the distance across the room from he to they as he spoke.

“I am the Mirus, Slayer of Planets, and I trust I have your full attention, sapients?” he purred with a grin, surgically implanted, sharpened canine teeth showing between slightly parted lips. This was clearly not a gesture of goodwill. He had removed the lenses covering his eyes, revealing a dull violet glow from them as he translated between his mammalian speech and their own.

“I do then? That’s good. I hate it when people are too stupid to listen, but you seem like a smart bunch. So, I’ll warn you but once: I’ve just turned one of you into a spray of subatomic particles and scattered him across the galaxy. I’m wondering who among you wishes to join your fellow?” he continued, “This planet is under my protection—and you’ve only two viable options: you may leave now and forever vacate this system without a fuss, or you can simply be destroyed as I set off every neutrino sensor on this planet with your demise and that of your fleet.”

“Your decision?”

The aliens looked first at him, then exchanged glances among themselves, and from them a sometimes sighing, sometimes slurping, sometimes chittering sound, interspersed with flutelike notes was exchanged between them. They were evidently nervous at the audacity and dead seriousness of this human, or perhaps more likely a being very much like one.

It soon subsided, and the aliens turned their sensory tendrils directly toward the him, emitting a flurry of sound. He smiled once again, this time without showing teeth.

“A smart decision on your part. Don’t ever come here again, as I’ve a short temper and less patience than I really should.”

The teleport nimbus shone again as the beings vanished, returning to their orbital craft, soon to quickly vacate the planet’s gravity well and reenter the Maelstrom on their interstellar journey out of system.

“Well, that went much better than expected. I’m really, really glad I managed to pull that one off. That species is full of hard cases and difficult to fool.” The Mirus breathed a sigh of relief, his demeanor much more casual, though looking almost shaken at the riskiness of his gambit as he put his mirror-shades back on, taking a sip of his drink.

“And I know just the band request to finish the night…”

The End

Copyright ©2016 Troy David Loy

The creative group of Agnidal (and Agnishatdal) (No order please, just the names as they appeared in mind) :

Troy David Loy
Raghunandan Kuppuswamy
Dominic Collucci
Brieuc Martin Onraet
Pat Ritter

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Robert Sherriff
Bitter Pill, Citizen Null, S4 and
Sharmishtha Basu

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Agnishatdal Ashar 1426, June 2019 in shoptly

Agnishatdal Ashar 1426, June 2019

Authors of Agnishatdal : Ashar 1426

Agnishatdal is an English monthly Ezine blessed with selfless affection of its creative group, these selfless authors, artists have shared their wonderful creation for free and no matter how much I try to thank them for this gift, it will be nothing! Here they are (No order please, just the names as they appeared in mind) :

Brieuc Martin Onraet
Dominic Collucci:
Raghunandan Kuppuswamy
Troy David Loy 
Pat Ritter
Freya Pickard:
Robert Sherriff:
Citizen Null
Juliette Roques
Lisa Ojanpera
Bitter Pill
Sharmishtha Basu

Agnishatdal Ashar brings stories serious and fun, poem, beautiful artworks, essays about world, India, Bengal, and cartoons & more.

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Agnijaat Ashar 1426, June 2019 in shoptly

Agnijaat Ashar 1426, June 2019

Agnijaat is a monthly English Ezine that follows Bengali Calendar. You will get lots of illustrations, poems, stories, thoughts, light and serious essays, cartoons, a dash of spiritualism in this ezine, every month. I try to keep it as versatile as possible because I love creating different types of things! So when it comes to writing or painting I play by the same rule. Just check out a few to understand their worth! Subscribe for a year, it won’t burn your pocket I promise!

If you want to read it you can try one of these methods:

To subscribe:

1. You will have to pay via paypal and send me your email id informing me about your payment and how many issues you want to buy. I will send you your Ezines in that email id.

2. Or you can buy the issues directly from after I put them up there each month.

They cost $1.00 each issue and $11.00 for annual subscription. That will include free quarterlies and annual digests.

3. You can also become my patron here: to read them, the site will allow you to download.

4. Or buy the books directly from me (don’t forget to mention the book you are paying for in case you use paypal @ I will send you the pdf file of the book. They cost $1.00 each issue.

Drop me a line after reading them!