I live on the banks of the river Narbada. The river is lavish and generous to all her children. She lets you take as much water from her as you need. She’d never refuse you, on the contrary, she would love to give all you want. She cannot be called sparing or miserly if you […]
Betrayed Promises
The Art Of Hoping
धीरे-धीरे रे मना, धीरे सब कुछ होय । माली सींचे सौ घड़ा, ॠतु आए फल होय ॥ ~ संतकबीर [Dheere- dheere re mana, dhere sab kuchh hoye, Maali seeNche sau ghada, Ritu aaye fal hoye.] Translation: Be patient O my heart, for everything happens slowly, in its own time. A gardener may irrigate his plants […]
Betrayal (V- Conclusion)
Continued from Betrayal (IV) Vasudha’s reply to Chandini’s last mail was a lot more positive in tone than all her previous mails. She seemed to have realized that a blow might have knocked her to her knees, but to stay there was an act of choice. She had bridged the fine gap between considering ‘on […]
Betrayal (IV)
Continued from Betrayal (III) It had barely been a few hours since Chandni had written her last mail to Vasudha. She had a sense of waiting. Somehow, she was sure Vasudha would reply. She waited online, mucking around listlessly, unable to call it a night and go to bed. She left the machine running and […]
Betrayal (III)
Continued from Betrayal (II) Chandini kept thinking about Vasudha all day. She was impatient to finish up at work and write another mail to her. Vasudha’s reply to her last mail was fresh in her mind. Chandni had detected the beginning of a all or none panic in her. It seemed she was determined to […]
Betrayal (II)
Continued from Betrayal (I) Chandini powered up her laptop, murmured a short prayer and began pouring her soul out on the cold glass of her screen. My dear Vasudha, I read your mail. You know my love and regard for you well enough to know what the knowledge of your pain is doing to me. […]
Betrayal (I)
Chandini logged out of her email account and closed all open windows on her laptop. She stared fixedly at the desktop wallpaper that she must have seen a million times before. It was as if she was seeing it for the first time. There was nothing extraordinary about the picture. It was a landscape showing […]
The Five Mile Trek
There are two kinds of people I keep myself distant from- the weak and the clueless. Make no mistake, I like people, I even love some of them. But there is also the other end of the spectrum. I have never hated anyone. It has always seemed too much trouble, besides being a pointless waste […]