Here begins the history of one of the greatest men ever walked in the forests of DakshinaAranya and in the kingdom of NarmiDesha. The king, the legend and a hailed DemiGod – Durjaya RudhiraaDhira.
Tag: shortstory
Dark Omen – A Bizarre Short-Story
It all started in the morning when I was sitting before the window, staring through the grills of it and thinking something which was vague. What that was I was thinking, I too cannot answer, for I forgot everything except for the posture I was in, till the little kid with smiles came an stood…
The Deific Cycle of Bholenath – A Tale of Divine Intervention
Him and The Pillars: The thousands of pillars that stand letting the roof guard the tens of thousands of people in the temple strike a smiling similarity between what I think of my own life. Pillars – they are architectural monuments. They stand defeating the sands of time. They mark the existence of a temple…
The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas
There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…
A Promise: A short Short-Story.
{I am in this bus and a conversation between a daughter and her father triggered this thought. Couldn’t wait to turn it into a story and make it into a post. It’d a bit crude, but sure as hell, beautiful.} It happens so. . . She never doubted it: she is the most important thing…
The Stupid Marriage!
One fine late-in-the-evening! It started when I was going home on my bike in a real rush through the bustling crowd of our town’s busiest roads. What is it that started? “The turn of fate.” Of course, it could have started much earlier; when I came out that evening, or when that girl came out…
Colonel Aureliano Buendia
{Every aspired writer might have his inspiration; by whom he would be very much shaken till nerves and gets furiously invoked to make great work and pay tribute to the one who caused the stirs of revolution take place in his abode of desire. I too have one: Gabriel García Márquez, the greatest writer ever and the most favorite for me. His writing technique and mastery of Magic Realism is something I just can’t take off my mind. I hope I won’t disgrace his mastery. I took up this work to heart, just trying to express how much love I have befallen with his untanned and immortal characters.}
Writings of Indra 