Nital Bhuva (Short Stories)

Around midnight.. Nytili went to balcony facing street in front her house.. the wind blew cold .. it did snow nearby mountain last week.. and the swarm of heat hasn't picked up yet.. it was empty obviously and dark.. with poles shadowing in yellow lamps.. farther nearby crossing.. winter nights are so long.. she thought.. chilling.. the clock rang two thirty.. so it wasn't midnight.. but well past .. she went to bed again in her room.. she lay thinking about ... voice.. of the clocks.. it sounded so much like.. the bells in temple.. only that.. the bell strings needed to be pulled but the clocks did strike automatically... and the fact that they were set manually once during day seemed none existent somehow.. it was like the haystacks in her field.. .. they looked beautiful and set.. under sun.. But they were totally flat when rolled.. against the dark background of woods.. She fell in restless slumber.. and wokeup in an hour.. getting up.. she tried to setback.. she pe

Boohri entered the old temple's courtyard square.. dry leaves Rusteled.. under her feet.. touching the cold rough marble.. the ruines of Kalya temple.. an old stone structure made in black stone and marble.. atop a slight earth rise.. climbing just a few steps.. on the gomti river bank.. she had mesmerising blue eyes.. hardly anyone talked with her .. she was said to be an angry person .. and similar of the angry god she worshipped.. She was of middle age.. in her thirties.. young but hardly anyone ever bothered her.. they feared.. because if ever anyone tried to talk with her.. she always abused and cursed angrily.. She looked dull with rough uneven hair.. and plain clothes.. and rough skin.. she was fasting for 10 days.. frequently to appease an angry God.. and further to earn favour.. she came to temple as many times during one day.. as she had to.. sitting by one pillar.. for a longest of hours.. with chaplet strings moving wampum.. around her fingers.. she rested her h

Paarya went to the cliff everyday.. in the hope that she would hear the melodious cadence once more.. just once more.. please.. God.. she prayed.. as she climbed the steep clear trail.. to the top of the hill nearby her house.. she went regularly to see the sunrise or sometimes sunset mostly in the evening.. please as she urged herself forward.. the stiff cotton folds of her paticote flipping by her legs... she hardly payed any attention to the side.. the shrubs looked extremely still as she moved .. appeared yellow sometimes.. she wondered .. if it was flowers or the drop in her false vision.. both sides were flooded with spring blooms... lightly sprinkled.. . shrubs and bushes... somewhere.. right from out the gate of her house to the steep incline.. then a rise.. really was a small span of substantially wide strap to the base of earth rise to hill and then a little awkward steady incline up to the small flat ground atop hill and uneven extension of the hill side in all ways.. the

Radhey burned with fever.. she missed her doll.. she wanted to play with her doll.. when she is good she will make new clothes for the dolly.. she looked cool in her spaghetti dress.. and the other dress with black straps.. she needed a new gown maybe a couple of more slideover dresses.. .. and.. she thought.. She felt her mother's patting .. her touch ignited unexplainable dislike in her mind.. she wanted to run away.. she turned her head. .. and further yet wanted to face away.. to the wall. She liked wall.. it was milky white.. and safe to keep staring at.. she had seen the wall move sometimes.. sometimes in different colour the light yellow or ... or medical blue.. from light above .. whether the yellow lamp in passage or from the stick above from the another wall back. ... near passage.. whatever was on.. but mostly it moved.. . before falling to sleep.. or when she can't sleep.. it made the room bigger by moving back.. and her bed moved ahead too.. she could feel he

 The edges of Tillu's corridor .. The clouds looked very heavy, ash black and soot silvery, fluffy bursting with promise of wet afternoon to come by.. Nytili looked at clouds for a long while.. observing how the edges looked silver and grey .. with a black border .. as she noticed.. slowly the sky started turning to be flattened in her vision.. it lost all the dimensions and promises. .. as the anticipation started to subside the background looked very much like beautiful dull ash blue and flat... and clouds appeared to be moving, engorged and looming With possibilities.. she tried to clear her head.. wondering about the effect of whether rain falls or not and how much on crops .. in her farms. birds and animals moved with desperation to find shelter in rain.. everything moved as if by silent panorama of winter morning.. only that, the cold then, now felt wet too in monsoon.. She has planted ground nut and.. beans.. She went in to her house.. set atop small earth rise arou

The Peacock. .Nytili.. had a beautiful pet bird. A big peacock with thick feathers that shone brilliant hues and golden yellow, and long violate crown of five stems and ruffled bronze coloured base.. it dansed always to cheer ... Nytili.. happily they went to roam along the river with their other friends.. Raakshi: Nytili i am making new weaving tonight a woollen piece to accommodate come winter .. and one to gift my mother's birthday.. you would have to come without excuse unlike last year.. would you..? Nytili: i must.. least you forbid me further if i won't.. I swear i missed last year your birthday as well on the same day as your mother's... how wonderful it is.. truly.. we have always enjoyed our celebrations and festivities together.. haven't we.. Raakshi: i asked my father for the gift of similar giant pet bird as you have.. to bejoy.. but it might encumbere me and my father suggested to buy a droffet instead.. To ride and accompany me.. Nytili: it

The Bridge ... Once upon a time there was a piece of flat land standing aside a river bank of northern bridge that hung in misty valley of central Asia.. fog engulfed the shores in twilight every time by dusk and dawn.. each fortnight shone in the orange yellow lights from day and afore night.. while pearl white during the hours.. It was called mystical valley of old people who were named after the plants that grew under shade of the bridge in flat land called.. idinra.. of silva.. the plants were told to be supernatural life giver among people.. and it was said that one can become immortal by drinking nectar.. but rarely were the brew made and used commonly.. The ethereal beautiful and fertile land was reveared among tribe that provided and nourished.. and young Nsytia daughter of village black Smith came to river bank woods strolling everyday with her friends.. swinging on trees and wild animals.. they rode in foray of youth and celebration by alternate vigil of their people