Unwinding Waves of Crimson Mist – Chapter 2

Savitri stands by the wall while a red stripe covers her face and an elephant imitates that stripe in similar colours.

The haveli was surreal for her. The ponds inside, their beautiful flower and candle decoration left her awestruck. Tall walls were carved in beautiful designs. There were statues of peacocks and numerous paintings. Even her kanchli was decorated with small frames of artwork. While walking through the place, she came across a marbled section, different from the rest of the mansion. There were no men, only women playing, talking, busy with their daily chorus. “Stop there. You are not supposed to go in.” said a woman who was dressed entirely in white.

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Sillage – Perfume of Memories

Sunny afternoons and sweaty palms, Playing in the rugged grounds with rubble. Traveling through the city lights In air-conditioned metros. Sitting in college cafeteria with friends, Discussing assignments and assessments. Staring at the computer screens With worked up eyes in office. Reveling at the passing time And at the speed […]

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Unwinding Waves of Crimson Mist

A woman getting ready for her dance, wearing bangles while her hand makes perfect mudra.

  “Savitri”, called out a loud but tender voice from downstairs. It was a beautiful morning in the month of August. The sky was cloudy and it was drizzling when the call for her name woke her up. “Uh, subah subah utha diya.” complained a young 23-years old Savitri. As […]

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Wisdom Gained Over Centuries

The deafening sound of silence Pierce through the mind and heart The hollow scream of the void Tears me apart. Now one would think How does Silence sound? Like the noise of mountains shattering Only it’s hope that rubbles on ground. One might even ask How does it abate? How […]

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Staring at the blank paper With a pen between my finger and thumb. I wanted to write But, I think the Muse has left me. Could it be my meaningless gabble, Could it be my false rhymes? Whatever has offended her, My papers are left empty. May be I should […]

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