Hello there! Welcome to my website, a one-stop place for all my literary experiments. I'm Charulata Panigrahi. Born in Puri, I have been living in Bhubaneswar for last 40 years. I am enthusiastic to write realistic stories. What happens around always fascinates me.

Self Discovery.

Ali, Biswanath and Saswat were good friends since they had  joined the school. They were fortunate enough to be admitted to study in the oldest and the best school of the city. The alumni list of their school read like

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The Badge of Courage.

Her village was nestled between rolling hills and densed forests.Chumki,the ten year old adivasi  girl was collecting the firewood in the nearby jungle.It was her regular practice. One day while collecting wood and breaking them to make a bundle to

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One man peace army.

It was midnight of 14 August 1947. Delhi was being decked up for the grand celebration of independence  and the transfer of powers. Prime Minister Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru was giving the famous “Tryst with Destiny” speech.But the man,who had helmed

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Gupchup–And a love story.

The elderly lady arrived with her NRI grandson at my stall on one evening. The handsome  boy of nineteen had come to stay with his grandparents in vacation.The grand mother asked me to give him gupchups. The boy talked only 

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The Dilemma.

“The July rain and storm is raging outside. I am looking at my cute little baby. A wet nurse is feeding her breast milk to my  son. How can you be so cruel God? Why you made me die during

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The storm within.

Sumati was laying on her bed fully awake. A storm with rain, lightning and thunder was going unabated outside . She could hear the talk and giggles of her two maids from the room next  to her. How happy those

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Prudence.

Amit and Alok, once inseparable friends drifted apart after college.For doing their post graduation, life took them to different places leading to years of silence.A chance encounter reunited them on attending the same alumni event at Bhubaneswar. Surprised gasps escaped

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Political Leader.

It was a Sunday. Both Saurav and Swati were having morning tea in the balcony. Going through the newspaper, Saurav was ruminating. “Hey, what are you thinking?Your tea is getting  cold.” “Swati, what do you say about a political leader

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Atma Swarajya. A thought on Republic day.

Political independence is necessary to fulfill our physical, psychological and Self needs to express latent abilities in establishing order in country and world at large. This is indeed a noble and huse task, but human life will not be complete

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Descendant.

It was the retirement day of Meera Mishra IPS. A grand farewell party was there in the city’s Police headquarters. She had served the state brilliantly, never unsavory or infamous and stayed uncontroversial throughout her career. She rose to the

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