Haji Harry

I hope this story gives you the same chills that it gave me. I’ve said it before and I will say it again, there is much talent on Word Press. I love this!

Weekend Stories by Trishikh

In the 980th year of the 2nd millennium of the Anno Domini, the 80th year of the 20th century, the leap year of our Lord 1980, a frail and strange-looking tiny boy was born to a mentally unstable beggar lady in a flimsy cloth shanty beside the Belur Math Kali Temple on the banks of the river Hooghly in India’s Kolkata city. At that very moment, some eight thousand kilometres away, a healthy and handsome boy was also born to a Punjabi lady in the United Kingdom’s port city of Liverpool on the banks of river Mersey.

The sudden strike of a matchlight on the deck of a sixteen-footer diesel steamer on the still waters in the dead of a moonless night revealed a scarred and pocked face of a scary-looking man. He lit a thin mini cigar of tobacco flakes wrapped in a Diospyros melanoxylon leaf tied with…

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1 thought on “Haji Harry”

  1. Such a pleasure to see my story showcased in your blog John. I am sure your readers would love this gripping tale of 2 smugglers, 8,000 kms apart, one on river Hooghly on the banks of Kolkata city in India and the other from Liverpool besides the river Mersey. A story with an unexpected ending that will blow off your mind.

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