INDEX his arms still firmly around khushi, asr turned his head and looked at lavanya. “yes, lavanya, what’s the matter?” his voice was cool, almost businesslike. khushi squirmed slightly and she felt his arms tighten, holding her where she was, not letting her get away. uff, this laad governor, how could he be so shameless! what would lavanya ji think, khushi’s mind catapulted into a litany of protests… but his smooth suede waistcoat felt so plush and comfortable against…
i have grown up around these light, floaty, slightly see through sarees in beautiful colours, or a typical ivoryish off white with woven borders, sometimes little bootis or motifs all over them, sometimes plain. taanter sharee. sarees of the loom. for hundreds of years and more – shantipur goes back 500 years i read – across weaving centres in bengal, both west and east (now bangladesh) cotton sarees have been woven by hand by ordinary people, no designers they, the…
I have recently been watching the BBC adaptation of Agatha Christie’s murder mystery novels featuring David Suchet as the renowned fastidious detective, Hercule Poirot. It’s a charming television adaptation of the books. So, thought it was time I spoke of this love of mine. Agatha Christie wrote over 60 crime fiction novels. Hercule Poirot, the Sherlock Homes like detective penned down by Agatha Christie, is the only known fictional character to have received an obituary, that too on the front…
INDEX Chapter 12 “Di dhyan se… Jeejaji watch it.. Di aap thik hai?” Simultaneously multiple things had transpired. Hopeful of finding Khushi Kumari Gupta on the rooftop, Arnav Singh Raizada had walked up only to see Anjali bending over the railing a little too precariously. Shyam had been bending towards her, but didn’t seem to be steering her away. So ASR had yelled out cautioning his di. Anjali whirled around with a smile , and Shyam had to try hard…
Chapter 1 ‘Arnavji, you are over reacting.’ exclaimed Khushi. ‘Over reacting? Yeah, right. If that is what you feel, so be it. ‘ declared Arnav. ‘Hushhh. Talk softly. We are in the hospital. And stop pacing up and down the waiting room. It is making me dizzy.’ said Khushi and sat down in the chair. Hearing that, Arnav immediately softened. ‘Dizzy? You ok, Khushi? Let me get you some water.’ ‘No, I am fine. It is just that’ I don’t…
I am sure all of us at some point or the other have dreamed of having some super human power, however, the harsh truth sucks! We are simple human beings and that’s all we are gonna be. But then we have these fictitious heroes to look up to! Amongst all those, Flash is one of my favourites! Speed is indeed an awesome super power to have [after invisibility and teleportation, my personal favourites! Sigh! ] The CW Network sitcom…
there was a desolate air to it and yet, a grandeur. i looked at the squat structure and wondered what it could be, the lines were curved, reminded me of an art deco settee at my grandparents’ home. my conscious mind had no idea what it might be, but a part of me knew it was something to do with guns. aj was excited. he ran toward it, that odd thing sitting in the middle of manicured parks and kids…
Anjaan … sunsaan … veeraan … bikhri imaarton ki dastaan … aur unki bhooli huyi kahaniyaan … Ekaant (Unknown … desolate … deserted … the tales of dilapidated structures … and its forgotten stories … Isolated) With these words, right at the start, Epic Channel’s non-fiction show Ekaant, Itihaas ki goonj (Isolated, the echo of history), takes one right into the middle of a mysterious and sometimes eerie world. Ably hosted by Akul Tripathi, brilliantly shot and directed, Ekaant takes…
Yesterday I chanced upon a sign that said Northwest Folklife Festival 2015. While America remembers its war heroes, and there is a mad rush to get out of town for the three day long weekend, right below the famous Seattle Space Needle, is a celebration of folk music, ethnic culture and its influence on contemporary arts and lifestyle . I have not been to the festival since the last 2 years, but the color, music and the bustling of life…
INDEX the water felt cool, crisp hitting his face, sliding down falling along his neck and chest, dashing against his skin as it burst forth from the shower head, streaming down in rivulets, currents of flowing sparkling clear cleansing water. he shut his eyes and held up his face to the the assault of continuous jets. each one hit him on some spot on his face, numbed it for an instant, then sensation returned and all he felt was…