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. […]
Love
Dawn: The Charioteer (VII)
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 […]
Dawn: The Charioteer (VI)
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 […]
Dawn: The Charioteer (V)
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 […]
Dawn: The Charioteer (IV)
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 […]
Dawn: The Charioteer (III)
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 […]
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 […]
The Gift
Deep in the wilderness of an African village, there lived a missionary. He was a loving man and his piety never came in the way of his love for his little flock. Unlike other more zealous men of God, this man’s primary- and sole- focus, was in giving service, not in collecting souls. Naturally, the […]
White Noise
White noise. A silence which is total, yet not empty. The man frowned, concentrating hard, unable to read on. He put the book down in his lap and stared into space, brow furrowed deeply. What did it mean, ‘not empty’? How could an expression like that be applied to a thing like silence? his frown […]