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Dawn: The Charioteer (Conclusion)

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      Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (X)   From his description of her, Chetan’s aunt seemed to be a born mother. She was not only nurturing, warm and loving; she also knew how to create spontaneously structured boundaries and inspire discipline. To be able to create such strong bonds among children coming from different homes- living out their… Read more »

Dawn: The Charioteer (X)

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      Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (IX)       “I guess then I didn’t really deserve the scolding you gave me, did I?” he said with mock severity. “No, you certainly didn’t. I am sorry I yelled at you. How can I scold you for a mistake I too have made?” She was a roller-coaster of emotions,… Read more »

Dawn: The Charioteer (IX)

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      Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (VIII)         Chetan was livid..!! Though I could see his point, I didn’t want him to ruin what was developing between him and the girl. I had to distract him before he ended up saying something damaging. I banged one of the panes of the open window on the… Read more »

Dawn: The Charioteer (VIII)

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      Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (VII)     Chetan grinned back at her, amused at her glee. She continued blithely. “Before I could go very far though, the guards found out that I was gone and gave me chase. Fortunately, I found a side gate at the bottom of your garden unlocked and came to the house…. Read more »

Dawn: The Charioteer (VII)

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    Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (VI)      Chetan was overwhelmed by the sheer force of her. He was bowled over, and who can blame him? I was almost there myself, truth be told. Her eyes smoldered and her cheeks were aflame. Her dimples took on an identity of their own, turning into pits of passion. Her body… Read more »

Dawn: The Charioteer (VI)

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      Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (V)   I could see that he was surprised, but he held his tongue. Waving his cup, he indicated that he understood the significance of the statement. She nodded and continued. “My mother passed away when I was two years old. She was very young when she died. It was a combination… Read more »

Dawn: The Charioteer (V)

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    Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (IV)      I could see Chetan growing flustered. His nervousness surprised me. It seemed to peel off the veneer of stoic cynicism that passes for worldliness in today’s world. Denuded of that protection, Chetan looked vulnerable as a confused adolescent. He stood staring at her helplessly. His eyes unblinking, his demeanor rapt,… Read more »

Dawn: The Charioteer (IV)

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  Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (III)        She emerged from the kitchen bearing two vases jammed full of flowers. In the middle of the hall locking the front door behind him, stood Chetan. If you were standing at the now closed front door, this is what you would have seen: – Woman almost hidden behind two vases… Read more »

Dawn: The Charioteer (III)

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    Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (II)   The girl clambered in through the window carrying a bunch of pristine white daisies and scarlet poppies. With her brightly colored kurta over the I-Live-In-‘Em pair of jeans and an untroubled face, she looked like a little kid. Her waist length hair was still dripping from her shower and there was… Read more »

Dawn: The Charioteer (II)

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    Continued from Dawn: The Charioteer (I)   Chetan spent the next ten days directing an interior decorator who was to re-model and re-furbish my interiors. As I saw the detailed instructions he gave to the decorator, the painstaking attention to details, I knew my instincts about him were right. He planned meticulously and his taste was impeccable. He… Read more »