Fiction

Asha looked at her watch.It was past 5.30 PM, the routine time for her to go for her evening walk.She was always double- minded whether to confine it to her neighbourhood park,which was embedded between a clutch of houses surrounding it on all sides and which seemed to have gelled into its environs.The tall dusty eucalyptus trees brushed against their boundry walls and even their balconies. There generally was nobody visible there. Asha always had a curiosity to have a peek inside the houses to see the inmates.Her thirsting eyes sought out any human figure to whom she could throw a genial smile to get connected.But no body ever appeared. It was only the windy movement of the tall lean trees which created a stir in them.Any-way she would continue with her circumscribed rounds which bored her to hell and in order to get out of this rut-she would sort of go on fast runs which turned into a spin and did not leave any time for her to ruminate.The broken walk- way itself was a hindra...

To-day is the third of Jan. 2012. The date perceived not to be reached by me in my conscious self some decades ago.But now it is here staring at me point blank.The stark nearness to this date has rendered it so inconsequential for the Mayan prophesy to come true.Everything remains the same.The mornings dwindlle into the same langurous afternoons which snap into evenings which gel into theu unknown bowels of the mysterious nights when everything is fudged up. The subconscious works up through dreams which are uncluttered and seminal and the imbecile in us stares at us in the dark vicinity of our pathetic sleep. I am rumbling on perhaps I have lost the zeal and subject to go on with my writing.But then does it make any difference? What have the scholars and the great writers achieved by putting forth their wisdom in the voluminous tomes of unlimited numbers.Did they do it to alleviate the morones on this earth or did they do it to rise above the mundane and carve a niche for thems...

Rani In the course of Rani's life,she might have come across unlimited situations and such circumtances while going through the vagaries of growing up.The small girl as she saw herself come before her eyes now was such a restless and unattended child in her young days. Her mornings got subsumed by the approaching bright day when she revelled in full abandon.But the approaching evening cast a pall over her wild jubilations.The night stood out for her as a sore thumb.She dreaded it.Her house was a large wide building ungaurded in the modern sense of the word.Her grandmother was at the helm of the affairs,but she did not put any check on any one in the family.It was a large family comprising of uncles aunts and the grand-children.Her huge frame had the pliability and softness of a fabric doll.She was the unassuming and unobtrusive person who flitted along the flowing life force around.Her own grown up children circumvented...

It was the year of total chaos when the country lost its Prime Minister. He was assassinated by one of the insurgent outfits as his arbitration in the affairs of the neighbourly country infuriated them.The neighbourly country was beset by its civil strife involving two ethenic groups the one having its roots in the prevalent country The Prime-Minister had sent his forces to come over this group which proved fatal for him.He was killed by his own people.At the outset he was never interested to enter politics.Bohemian of a sort he lived his life away from the sleazy glamour of the politcs. His foreign wife was all the more wary of the political atmosphere and remained away from it.It was only after his mother likewise lost her life to the gun of the assassin . She was a mighty politician who almost ruled the country as Prime-Minister for a long time.she did not involve her sons in active politics and the elder one too lacked the zest and the zeal to pursue it. The younger o...