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With a veil on my head gazing upon your serene face I realized it was time. You had come in my life like a warm gust of wind and after three short days, the final hour had come. I didn’t even realize when the tears started rolling down my cheeks. I was sad for my... Continue Reading →
I’ve never been a fan of flowers. I apologize in advance. Well, I am a writer, and I can get quite dreamy when I want to be. Even when I don’t want to be. I conjure up situations, confrontations, scenarios, love stories, even ghost stories; but I’ve never looked at a flower, any flower, concocting... Continue Reading →
Once upon a time, there was a friend of mine. Well, she is alive, so it feels kind of odd to use ‘was’ while referring to her. It’s just how stories like these go. Infact it's how any story goes. Hers started when she met me. I’m not saying she was trudging along in her... Continue Reading →
Read the First Part of this story here: How to perform a Sacrifice: 101 Part 2 My sleep broke quite late in the morning inspite of my best efforts and intentions. I woke up to a lot of noise and hustle outside my room. My brother had already woken up and was munching on some bakery... Continue Reading →
Part 1 Animal sacrifice or Bali -as it is called in our village and the ones around it- is a ritual that has been followed for a number of generations in the mountains. I’m sure there are many places in India where this ritual has been quite popular and remains till date, but I can... Continue Reading →
Hi Guys. This is the first part of a series about Lord Shiva that I'm starting. If you like it and want me to continue it; please like, comment and follow my blog. At one side of the world Rudra opened his eyes; all of them. He didn’t know how long he had been walking... Continue Reading →
It's April time in Himachal, and unlike the rest of the country, the winters refuse to leave the mountains. A constant gust of cold wind keeps blowing across the valley between two hillocks where I live. I as usual am sitting in my balcony gazing across the beautiful mountains trying to come up with a... Continue Reading →
(Based on a true story) Bijoy quickened his pace. The hour was late, and he needed to get home. The children must be waiting on me for supper he thought. He was familiar with the path on the river he had followed almost all his life, and inspite of the thick winter fog obscuring his... Continue Reading →
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