Fiction

                                                THE  OUTSIDER She saw before her a vast stretch of  landscape.  A huge garden stretching out to vast  spaces  .It   turminated  at  the  farthest  end  where  one could see a wide and deep well. The  well  looked ancient  and deeply ambushed by the  exotic  growths around it.  It   almost  took  an idyllic hue. It had the  old  water hauling  contraption. A long tilted wooden pole with a  bucket  hanging  on the other end. She would  pull  at  the rope and  push the bucket slowly inside the well. She could not see  it  going down in the darkness of the deep down. It was quite scary. She always waited for the bucket to hit...

                                      The Fall In the resplendence of Indian spring there was a flurry of a different kind. The whole atmosphere seemed to be intoxicated.The entire stretches of India Gate were cordoned off and decked up like a royal bride of yore whose clan reigned over the hoi  ploi,  the mangy creeping creatures who were the keepers of these fattening  lousy  maggots who with a gargantuan lust devoured everything which appeared on this mother earth  material , ethereal , anything which they took fancy to.The king has gone?No he is in the time wrap and is spawning the screwed replicas of his alter ego. The national flags were fluttering in the bright gravels of  India  Gate  and there was  excitement  in the air.  It was for the first time the sitting head of the most powerful part of the world had consented to...