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 […]
Fiction- Multi-Part Stories
Dawn: The Charioteer (I)
My name is Anuru. In Sanskrit it means Dawn. Dawn is the charioteer of the Sun, the nurturer of life. I like to imagine that I bring life light and love into the lives of people- specially those who live in me. Live? Yes live. You see, I am a house. Please don’t tell me […]
Cindered Dreams (VII- Conclusion)
[Continued from Cindered Dreams (VI)] Part Seven: Momentum picked up on the school’s plans slowly. I was alone now and every time I sat down with our copious notes, I felt devastated afresh. Anu’s words rang in my ears, her advice and arguments wandered desolately in the empty corridors of my […]
Cindered Dreams (VI)
[Continued from Cindered Dreams (V)] Part Six: It sounded sensible, inevitable and so completely RIGHT, it just took my breath away! How absolutely perfect was that…!? In an instant, her dream took root in my heart. It possessed me utterly. I continued to work on my novel, but I […]
Cindered Dreams (V)
[Continued from Cindered Dreams (IV)] Part Five: During that night, she told me that when the worst of her misfortune broke upon her unprepared head, she found solace and succor from an unexpected source. In her neighborhood, there lived a retired primary school teacher. All the neighborhood children gathered around her […]
Cindered Dreams (IV)
[Continued from Cindered Dreams (III)] Part Four: I realize that my narrative would become hopelessly jumbled if I did not give Her some name. Let me call her Anu. Anu’s father was a drug-addict. Her mother had died of tuberculosis when Anu was fourteen. She was an only child. Her […]
Cindered Dreams (III)
[Continued from Cindered Dreams (II)] Part Three: I had a sister. She was five years younger than me and I doted on her hand and foot. She could twirl me round her little finger, and she knew it. Her death was one of those senseless things you know. One moment she […]
Cindered Dreams (II)
[Continued from Cindered Dreams] Part Two: Tread softly O gentle stranger, The cinders of my dreams are warm and still alive from the fires that consumed me. Tread softly I beg… Suman’s hands were clammy and she breathed as if she had run a marathon. She shut the diary with a hasty, startled snap. “Coward”, […]
Cindered Dreams
Part One: Suman sighed happily. The view from her window was neither outstanding nor breathtaking. It was common place yet immensely soothing. She could see a waste tract of land, every millimeter covered with green things poking exuberantly through, joyously asserting their presence. There was a eucalyptus, a couple of ornery old neems and a […]
The Driver- Concluding Part
Continued from The Driver- Part I , The Driver- Part II and The Driver- Part III “Let me tell you my part of the story. Listen, and don’t interrupt”, Prasad said and Amrit nodded. “I am a retired public sector executive. On the night of your accident, I had just arrived from Bombay and was […]