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My Article in "The Hind" NxG, 1st August,2013. Dark is indeed beautiful - The Hindu

Endless storm brushes me past never leaves me alone with my hair pricking my face  like pine Rains pound onto my body making it shiver my body gleams silver when the silky glow pounds my skin Suddenly, there is a heavy swirl of pearl white snow slithering onto me I shudder Ringlets of heat rays gorge on my face quenching its thirst leaving me parched Stillness conquers engulfing my present meditating upon my mind that swirls like sand storm I stand there facing all at once with a ringlet of fire seemingly comforting fixated around my middle Like the ever changing arena my desires never cling but grow and shirnk change form They laugh at me with malice upon my fickleness on being futile, indesicive cringe me into pulp shatter into pieces strangle into dead meat devour my senses and grin with contempt I am torn inbetween them the desire to move yet to stay the desir...

If you had missed the previous chapters, click  here. CHAPTER 7 It was another wonderful morning in New York. Maureen was, as usual, in the library searching for material for her undergraduate thesis. She had been working extremely hard on it from her very first year at the university. In the last few months, Maureen had toiled harder than ever. She had restrained from going out with her friends, calling her parents and even meeting Steve. She had been engrossed in her world of books and reports which would help the thesis come alive. She had dark circles around her eyes and had thinned down to an unhealthy state. She had switched off her cell-phone and had thrown it over the corner of her room. When Steve had tried to call repeatedly, there was nothing but the computerized voice saying that the phne was switched off. Steve was parched of happiness as he continuously tried to contact her. He had been spending hours at the library waiting for her to ar...

If you had missed the previous chapters, click here to read:  Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2 ,  Chapter 3 ,  Chapter 4 ,  Chapter 5 .                                                                                                    CHAPTER 6 Ronny was the one to speak first. He embarrassingly apologized to her for asking such a question. “Curiosity got the better of meee.. I shouldn’t have, dear. Sorry.” He told. “Ron… that’s just fine. Erm… are you by any chance outside?” she asked. “Of course not.. why do you ask?” he asked. “Nothing nothing… you know what.. I go for team lunches with my boss and my other coleagues… Do you guys hang out too?” she asked, praying that he must no...

If you had missed the previous chapters of the story, please click here:  Chapter 1 ,  Chapter 2 ,  Chapter 3 ,  Chapter 4 CHAPTER 5 Maureen sat on the couch with her hands clutching her skull. She had become accustomed to the intense migraine she suffered when in stressful situations and she had surely been under a lot of stress while at work with her boss. But this was because of Steve..of herself and their complicated relationship in the recent past. She didn’t want to go near him, she didn’t want to ask him why, she felt that it was not a crime to be promoted at work. Her guilt for Steve had converted into anger. She had opinionated that Steve was fuming due to sheer male ego that had been roused due to her promotion at work.   She sat there sipping from her can of cola, half expecting him to come back and explain the cause of his sudden outburst.  But no, he did not turn up for the next few hours. By that time, Maureen had complic...

I spread out in peace, basking under the generous ray, that lights my world to sweat. I lie down on a pile of fragility just like my journey under the yonder, shattered yet ploughing through. The green shelter upon my head, is my faithful company every noon, after the sumptuous meal I digest. Though with crevices, a thousand, darkens my day, soothes my tanned cloak. Ah! the appalling breeze, at these fantasy glassed shops, tantalizes my spirits to work hard. Yet I get, the hot wind , sprawling through the naked streets, parching my throat off my last quench. After the short nap, I waddle onto the deranged streets, pedalling hard among the buzz to bring to an end, another day of struggle, to wrap and shelter, to quench and nurture. Photo Courtesy:  Ramaswamy Nallaperumal, chennaidailyfoto

I have something to tell you when you glade through the wondrous yonder strewn with shining speckles I have something to tell you when you glide through the deepening waves as they delve toward the main I have something to tell you when you rot and drop down from the abode of your kin I have something to tell you when you slither onto the coarse sand into the world underneath. I have something to tell you when you bask under the shine as you munch stacks of gold. I have to tell you something as you guffaw in delirious tones when the silver ball rises into the dark I have something to tell you as you swiften gracefully with your magnificent feathers arched wide I have something to tell you when you hop into your tiny hole with your furry paws in fear I have something to tell you as you open into your world afresh every day as you wake up from your slumber. Yes, You! I have something tell you all, that no ...