(Note: I wrote this story two years back. It found it again when I was clearing clutter from my mail.) The feeling of Déjà vu crept in. The subtle essence of the pot pourri captivated my senses. The antiquity spread across the grand hall, the Swarovski chandelier, the rustic gramophone, the ebony wood staircase leading... Continue Reading →
"Not everyone is fortunate enough to be accepted by the storm," he explained. "Those unfortunate souls we leave by the river to let their sins be washed." "So you mean to say, if someone is blown away by the storm it is good?" I asked. I had been studying tribes, when I came across the... Continue Reading →
The air crisp clear, the rain washed view, the sun bundled in a blanket of clouds wondering whether to make the morning come through. A storm brewed through the night till twilight. The wind whirled through the channels at menacing pace. The glass doors rattled, keeping me awake through it all. Aah! the might of... Continue Reading →
It is not was my pet, but I still named it ‘Private’. I grew up, lonely. My parents separated when I was seven. Mom made it her ambition to give me everything my rich dad would have provided. She slogged for hours, did overtime, leaving me in the safety of those four walls, we called... Continue Reading →
What was Paul Simon thinking when he wrote the song 'Sound of Silence'?
If we actually understand the logic behind our traditional practices and celebration, we realise how man and nature were intertwined to each other. An informative piece on celebration of Sankranti in the beautiful hills of Kumaon - a celebration of the migratory birds! <iframe src="https://storyweaver.org.in/stories/show-in-iframe/25908-kaale-kauva-fest-makar-sankranti-in-the-hills-of-kumaon?iframe=true" style="height: 513px; width: 365px;" allowfullscreen webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen>
Autumn 'o' Autumn Did you hear her whisper? Her voice lingers around like your golden breeze, and her fragrance floats through the morning mist ... awakening the weary night traveler I watch her as she goes around doing her chores through the day, singing and singing melodies of old lovers tales. Not a moment passes... Continue Reading →
Do we ever keep our promises? How can we be Human if we fail our love?