Dusk descended early on a quaint village, as it was enveloped by dark, wet clouds. A loud crack of thunder gave way to the soothing pitter-patter of raindrops. Abandoning work early, villagers rushed to their cosy, warm homes. However, the birds that still dotted the evening sky weren’t prepared for this sudden darkness. Many were still… Continue reading Flights of Fantasy
First Flights
First Flights A little bird wobbled to the edge of her nest. It was a European stonechat. Numerous other birds peeped at her through tree branches. It was time for her first flight. In front: the vast, open sky. A welcoming freedom; an unsettling loneliness. Behind: the reassuring eyes of her parents, the cheering calls… Continue reading First Flights
Echoes Continue
A Message from Maa Echoes Continue Sagorika was on the last page of the diary. Now she knew many things that her mother had never told her. Her eyes were moist. She wiped the tears away and made herself a cup of coffee, reading the last few paragraphs that Mohona had written. “Sara, probably our… Continue reading Echoes Continue
New Harmonies
A Message from Maa New Harmonies Even as Mohona was suffering the pangs of separation in India, Shalini’s business in America was growing by leaps and bounds. Anupam, however, was struggling. Things were just not going his way. When Mohona had not been able to reach him on call, she had sent him a letter.… Continue reading New Harmonies
Aabir – Fresh beginnings
Fresh beginnings. As Binodini began her life in Vrindavan, she realized that life was not easy for the widows there. The city housed more than a lakh widows in its multiple ashrams, where living conditions were not ideal. Though the ashrams were run by various charitable trusts, the tenants had to pay rent, even if… Continue reading Aabir – Fresh beginnings
A Leap of Faith – a Saras Story
Saras cranes fly low, gliding gracefully over the Dhanauri grasslands. Vivid rays of sunshine come down on their salmon-pink bodies. From afar, I see them flapping their wings, enjoying life, their rattling cry a call to dance. When I was living in the Dhanauri grasslands, two Saras cranes came at the lake outside my house every day. Their rusty wash and slate… Continue reading A Leap of Faith – a Saras Story
