“the deal’s off, gentlemen! akash, let’s go.” the voice rang out sharp and precise, its decibel remained low. there was a tremor on the surface of the water in the glasses on the long conference room table, and as the three men sitting across watched nonplussed, the man who had just uttered those words got up smoothly from the leather upholstered chair and strode toward the exit. behind him shuffled a pleasant looking young man, with a slightly myopic air,…
Arnav awoke with a jerk. ‘Khushiii’ … he let go a whisper of his beloved wife’s name. He looked on the other side of the bed that he was sleeping on. The beautiful woman he loved staring at wasn’t there. Just the crumpled bed sheet. He knew she had gotten up early. He knew she was downstairs with the other women in the house. Yet there was this restlessness. Why? And why that dream after all these years? Why now?…
The hustle bustle at the office of AR Designs was more than usual. That evening a fashion show was to be held on the top floor of AR Designs. Since morning, there was an inflow of models, makeup artisans, designers, technicians, media men, photographers, etc. The destination of who’s who of the fashion world that day was AR Designs. Suddenly, word spread among the staff that a top model had arrived and ASR was coming down to receive her personally.…
It was a bright sunny morning in Singapore. People were up and about and hurrying with their early morning chores before proceeding towards their workplaces. At the Suntec City Mall, Pam was having her favourite coffee in the coffee shop at the Fountain Terrace, when she heard her phone ringing. “Hello, this is Pam. Who’s speaking?” “Pam, finally I’ve found you. I’ve been searching for your number since a month”, replied the voice at the other end. “Who’s this?”, inquired…
It was the usual hustle bustle at the Dubai shopping mall. Sim, Lavanya’s friend and ex-employee of AR Designs was walking down the corridor of the 2nd floor when she saw a familiar figure at a distance. “Is it … ? Oh, it is him! Wow, he is looking charming as ever”, she thought and walked towards the man whom she had recognised. “Mr.ASR? Hello Sir, how are you?” ASR turned back suddenly upon hearing the voice. He was about…
and i, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss, i wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on a wind. ~~~ pablo neruda, poetry ~~~ she stood by the dark still pool. no breeze in the air tonight, ripples didn’t chase each other across the surface. yet a storm rose in her, tossing her sense of peace, lashing into her; and in its violent whirling…
INDEX Chapter 4 Khushi Kumari Gupta blinked as she placed a tiny golden stone bindi between her lovely arched eyebrows. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. A thin fair girl in a pink and golden exquisite crepe saree stared back at her. Her hair was left open and cascaded in alluring waves around her shoulders. A pair of intricately designed kundan earrings dangled from her ears. She was ready to meet Arnav Singh Raizada. The doorbell rang and…
darkness there was: at first concealed in darkness this all was indiscriminate chaos. all that existed then was void and formless: by the great power of warmth was born that unit. thereafter rose desire in the beginning, desire, the primal seed and germ of spirit. ~~~rig veda, hymn cxxix, creation ~~~ anjali sat in front the resplendent idol of devi maiyya in shantivan, looking at a basketful of beautiful white lotus buds, a pensive lost look about her. she was…
INDEX “it’s so big, isn’t it?” khushi was staring at the water, her eyes fixed on the horizon, a stillness gathered over the ocean and the afternoon light suddenly lost some of its brightness. khushi was too engrossed in her contemplation of the vast stretch of waves and ripples and endlessness before her to notice. “what is?” asr asked casually from the hammock where he lay while khushi sat on the sand near him. “the samundar, arnav ji… there’s…
INDEX Chapter 3 “Ha..Lakshmiji aur us laad governor ki… sab unki galati hai. Everything is their fault. Na toh Lakshmiji aap beech mein aati na toh hum takrate aur na toh.. What does he think of himself?“ Khushi Kumari Gupta put down Lakshmiji, who had been busy with leaves and Khushi’s hair, and sat down on the stairway. Her bright blue kurti with it silver and gold trimmings was the color of the ocean on a bright sunny…