Category: fiction

To The River And The Mountains

We are immersed deep into the quiet now — the quiet of the gurgling river and the humming crickets of the night, the moonlight dancing peacefully as silver varak on the water as it navigates the rocks and pebbles, the mountains rising high in the backdrop, black in the night, but not pitch black.

Fiction continued: The Wise Wild Woman

As the morning opened into its full light, she saw a mud hut with colourful paintings on its walls. A short wooden pole had a wooden board nailed to it, which said in rough carving – “Wise Wild Woman”.

A gentle voice was singing inside to the strumming of a string instrument. She bent down to enter through the low door, propelled more by curiosity than anything else. Sitting at a low wooden table, a young girl, seeming sixteen years or so, was singing to her heart’s content, strumming on an Ektaaraa. Somewhat paler than the people of this region, she wore shorts and a loose cotton top with short sleeves. Her short hair was tied up into a bobbing pony-tail.

Fiction continued: Something Stirred Inside Her

This is in continuation from the post: Like The Sky Itself This is part of a fiction series that is unfolding. All episodes in order so far: Shimmering Blue Water The Grasslands Bristled Like The Sky Itself Everything was not hunky-dory. This raw energy whizzing around in her head made her nervous. “What did it… Continue reading Fiction continued: Something Stirred Inside Her

Fiction continued: Like The Sky Itself

This is in continuation from the post “The Grasslands Bristled“ When she was done dancing to her heart’s content, she sat down to eat breakfast — experiencing each juicy bubble of the blackberries in her mouth and as the juice descended down her throat. She felt the cool invigorating energy of the carrot-saag drink rise… Continue reading Fiction continued: Like The Sky Itself