Fire burns the old!

Fog embraces the Indian capital Delhi each winter night. Post sunset - moisture, smog and pollution settle down near the ground like a thick blanket .This is due to the inversion of temperature as the ground stays warmer than the Continue reading →
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Starry, Starry Night …..

Starry, Starry Night ….. Paint your palette blue and grey…… I look up into the sky and watch millions of stars twinkling in the dark black sky of the universe. It is a perfectly clear night with no clouds and Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories | Earth | Laxmi Dhaul | Laxmi Tendulkar Dhaul | Photosphere | retina | solar | Starry

Through Time

[gallery] Belgundi village 1910 , a young boy Ganpat would race his classmates during the noon recess to the top of the nearby hill. He would try and reach the Jamun* tree before anyone else. The fastest and brightest boy Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories | belgundi | berlin | ganpat | germany | in the shadow of freedom | quit india movement

We Are Told

Hindu’s believe in reincarnation. We are told, that the soul of the deceased are re-incarnated in another life. Maybe once, maybe several times, until it completes its karma, until its pays back its cosmic debt to the universe. Within a Continue reading →
Posted in Random Thoughts | dhaul | hindu | incarnation | karma | mumbai | shital | shital dhaul

Marine Drive

Marine Drive in South Mumbai on the Arabian Sea. Ever since I can remember, evening walks there have served me as relaxation, exercise and recreation, and sometimes I find it hard to imagine that Mumbai, India’s Manhattan, was once a Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories | Arabian sea | drive | Gujarat | India’s Manhattan | Marine Drive | Pride | savouries

Short story created from a random newsclip

Bold Headline ” Man steals to finance Carnal Desire” First para in the newspaper ” Gochan Bahadur Tapa’s dream of making it big in Mumbai came crashing down when he was arrested for allegedly stealing Rs 19,000 ( about $500) Continue reading →
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Shri Krishna and Shri Vishnu : a celestial yet contemporary dialogue

The following is a mythological story based on a conversation between two Indian Gods, greatly venerated by the Hindu’s, who met each other in their celestial abode. They were both taking a sabbatical from their normal duties. Whilst they were Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories | Antarctic | Bhajans | devotional | Gods | Hindu Deity | Krishna | nature | Planet earth | population

Becoming Me

They gave me a hard slap on my bottom, and I cried! I am told that I cried louder than any other baby that was born in the ward. My cries were not of pain or discomfort they were out Continue reading →
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The captive deity

“She is coming , she is coming….. she will kill me”. “I can see the goddess Kali , with her black hair streaming from her face” . “Look, look she is riding her tiger , her lips red with the Continue reading →
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The enemy of an enemy is a friend

“This is Subhash Chandra Bose, who is still alive speaking to you over the Azad Hind Radio…” the date was March 1942 ,the middle of World War 2. Bose was in Berlin where he launched his ‘Azad Hind’( free India Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories | an enemy is a friend | enemy

The value of a life

“The dilemma occurs when the doctor gets a call in the middle of the night - there has been a road traffic accident and the family of the deceased vehicle driver is willing to donate the liver to a needy Continue reading →
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Coming Home

The wind had picked up momentum, the trees swayed violently in the overcast skies. It was the start of the monsoon, all the elements of nature allowed themselves to submit to an entity larger than themselves. In this case to Continue reading →
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The Price of Captivity

Sharekhan had been caught a few days ago. He loved being called ‘the king of the jungle’. There were not many large animals left in the forest although he had heard that when one of his ancestors had roared the Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories | Price of Captivity | The Price of Captivity