Everyone has a story to tell……
As the storm lashed the city of Mathura, the capital of the kingdom of Vrishni, a celestial event, foretold by the sages, was unfolding in a prison cell attached to the royal palace. Devaki and Vasudev, the royal prisoners and relatives to the cruel despot Kansa, were expecting their eighth child. As the day had... Continue Reading →
As the color of the sky brightened in the east, Usha, the goddess of the morning colored the sky crimson. The sun rose languidly, full of guilt and shame, knowing the great horrors of the day before. Its first rays fell on the ash-smeared form of the yogi who wandered the lands of Bharata, the land... Continue Reading →
Over the next few days I shall share excerpts from my book 'The Battle of Panchavati and Other Stories from Indian Scriptures'. The book is available in India as Paperback and ebook on Amazon and as Paperback on Flipkart. Outside India the book is currently available as an ebook on Amazon country/region specific sites and... Continue Reading →
Watching Vaishali and Bindiya carry the utensils inside, to the kitchen, I also got up from my chair, wearily, and ambled inside. 'Where is Asit', I asked Bindiya, fishing around the refrigerator for my can of beer. 'He has gone to meet some people, boss, to arrange for a replantation drive. He wants to cover... Continue Reading →
It had been so many months that I had almost forgotten the smell of the mountains, the touch of the cool mountain air on my skin, the clouds that tumbled gently over the mountaintops and the wind that rustled through the trees. It had been a long time since my last trip to Naukuchiatal and... Continue Reading →
We strolled hand in hand, on the nearly deserted mountain road, in the evening. We had come to Kasauli, a small town nestled in the hills of Himachal Pradesh, for our vacation, after I completed my training from the medical college. Kasauli is a perfect mountainous getaway. It has a population of barely a few... Continue Reading →
My mother and I had lived in the backyard of that house for as long as I remember. I do not know how or why we came to be there, but I liked it there with my mother. I often asked my mother how we came to be there and how long would we be... Continue Reading →
The tree had stood there for centuries. It belonged to a time before time. It had seen the Mughals come and go, seen the English rulers ravage the countryside and then witnessed the liberation of the country and the changes that independence brought about. It had seen the small town grow to a city and... Continue Reading →
We were returning after conducting an examination in another city. The small cavalcade of cars sped along the highway in the gathering dusk, their headlights bobbing up and down, slicing the darkness ahead and occasionally catching a stray animal in its glare. All of us were eager to get back home and deposit the... Continue Reading →
