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RAJANIKANT
Murugesan was surprised to see a photo of a plain clothed person in the pooja room adorned with garland and vermillion dots. He asked Mohini. He already knew who he was. But what made him to be in the special puja room was only a matter of suspense. “Oh! Uncle he is Rajneesh. We hold him in high esteem. He happened to save our lives and also helped us in getting married. He is not alive. Otherwise we will be falling at his feet daily.” “Strange. I found his photo adorned in Ramani’s house also. They also glorified him to a status of a godman and adored him. A lucky fellow I would say! What mi...
Poor baby
By the time I stepped outside the leaves were on fire, various hues of red and orange scattered all around my front yard and it then hit me.I in my grief had wallowed an entire month away. How was that possible? Autumn was here and my mood now perfectly matched the weather. The dull, cold, drab weather with the scent of death that signified autumn, like walking into the attic and holding your breath before taking a tentative sniff so you won't faint.I didn't go out much on account of I was a freelance designer, and didn't really spend much time in an office but I still felt weird. The leaves...
Thicket
On a dreary moonless night, where the wind howled a sorrowful tune, the old Jolon Manor creaked amongst the barren trees that surrounded the property. The Prune colored walls were weathered and the black roof and the dark attic windows resembled a monster stalking in the night. But as monsters of the forest danced thwww.onedoor.ccroughout the courtyard, and the Jolon household began their night routines, their youngest members, the twin heirs, wandered about the halls. Valadis and Lorelai Jolon had always been together in this dreadful home. They were born together, ate together, and explored the dreary thi...
Oh, Grandmamma......!
I knew when I married Aidan (heck, I knew long before I did!) that his family, the Drinkwaters, were considered – well, a tad eccentric. Oh, there were no rumours about shallow graves in the garden that attracted the curiosity of the neighbourhood dogs or people locked in attics, or anything more suspect than somewhat foul smelling herbal tea being brewed. My mother, a practical and tolerant lady, for all she asked “Are you sure, love?” in a very strange kind of way, was of the official opinion that it was just because they were such an obviously extended family in such a flagrantly baroque ...