Tag: short stories
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KaaliKotri-Kokila a Forgotten Voice.
J”They called it the Black Hole. She calls it her womb—Kaalikotri-Kokila, the dungeon that remembers, the ghost that sings, the joke history refused to laugh at.”
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The Victory That Wasn’t Ours.
A city cheered, a crowd bled, and a clown asked—whose victory was it really? A Vidhushaki unravels the price of collective spectacle.
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The story teller.
The character— http://www.amazon.in/Jacob-Hills-Ismita-Tandon-Dhanker/dp/9350296497 Sameer – the story teller. 30 odd year old journalist by profession., nearing six feet lanky frame, he really looked fragile. Yet there was strength of character that spoke through the fragility. A commitment, what the poets called “Junoon” he was the boy who lived. Who lived to tell the tale. The…
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Seasoning life with seasons.
Rtu samhara, the cycles of season, or rtushringara the romance of season. That is what it all about cycles, decay and rebirth. In Sanskrit poetry seasons are entwined with love, both erotic and divine. They are parallel and interwoven. Vasanta spring, the eternal companion of the Kamadev, the lord of love, adorned with flowers and…
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Haem an’ hearth.
You must be wondering who I am or which era I belong to. Well I am the collective memory. When anyone thinks of an English country home and hearth and joy I am the picture that they create. Many families have lived in my hearth, few have made them home. If you thought home was…
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Jayadeva and my grandmother.
SriVee was busy with his discourse. The ethos of bhakti, how the devotee saw his Lord everywhere. That the Lord resided in everyone, so all creatures were equal. Akshara was listening to the stock stories of shabari, shankaracharya all twisted to fit into the listening that SriVee was creating. Then came the story of the…
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