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 […]
Life
Dawn: The Charioteer (II)
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 […]
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 (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 […]
A Touch of the Sun
The Earth was cloyingly cold and eerie. She looked as if she was gasping out her last few breaths. The very landscape heaved… full of a emotion it can neither hold nor yet give up. She was like a pregnant woman in full term… exhausted… wanting desperately to be delivered of her child. She was waiting […]