Nital Bhuva (Short Stories)

Kaali turned the comb in her hand.. the design of the goldleaf inlay on the rim of thin smooth wood bristles.. shone.. under the yellow lamp light and bright daylight from through Window grill.. she turned it up in her hair again.. smoothing the long strands.. .. long to set braids with thick ribbons. She put the comb on the shelf beneath mirror .. snuffing out the flame.. and redid her hair in single heavy braid and tied up.. " so much smooth.. " she thought looking at the comb while turning ends of the braid.. as she remembered Shambhoo.. who had given her that comb .. one of the precious item from loot .. he always gave her expensive gifts saved from loot that his gang offered him being gangster leader.. knowing well about his interest in the precious items.. Puran: Kaali .. Shambhoo is coming tonight.. his man sent word... Kaali: calm down.. Kaali shooed her walking to her near the door where she halted.. panting.. grabbing doorjamb and holding her daughter .. l

Saakar looked at the dull brown dusty ceiling of the Dome.. wild flower vines had grown in the dirt of limestone blocks .. shone green in earlier afternoon sun.. followed by monsoon.. unlike during Autumn or some other time round the year when the wildgrass dried and hung through dry stems .. that sticks to the stones surface.. the dome was painted red and green some where .. and yellow and blue.. multicolor.. faded patches that were so excruciatingly beautiful and remarkable that can take up to the visual torture and hallucinations of anyone's dreams.. Sikri: I can see now .. why you like to come here.. it's really a wonderful place.. to fill and follow memory in our solitude .. to mark and marvel at the precious moments of our life.. at any time later in our life to make a unforgettable experience in to a ... Saakar: you are a poet.. She Smiled.. They lay side by side for a long while.. on the cold floor of ruines of Tumbli.. their favourite place of solitude and res

Kesar looked at the brown pops that popped on the loaf .. she flipped it turning .. other side.. Batthho would be on his way back home.. he had spent last night at fields watering the grains.. and he would be hungry.. she thought.. as she tapped on the loaf awhile by flipping on the stove again.. she gnawed at her lips softly.. trying to concentrate as her mind wandered in the details of previous nights.. her insides twisted in to a tight knot at the thoughts of her husband.. as he had loved her whole night never letting her rest by excuse of his absence next night.. Batthho: i will be at fields tomorrow whole day and night.. Kesar: your lust is most primitive and your body untiring.. i can't satisfy you no matter however I tried.. Her voice cracked at the thought of spending whole day without him.. And she was afraid of the local bandit.. most.. She was exceptionally beautiful.. and people talked about her .. .. they were newlyweds.. just previous couple of months.. .

Doli walked quikly.. it was dark.. before sunset.. evening was tense .. filled with uncertainty.. her mind wandered in to the events of the past few days.. this was third once she had been rejected as a local c type model for some add filming rehearsals.. she had come to this city of glamour and gala to be a super model .. instead had spent 6 years spending to find work to survive.. the agent from the company that had recruited her in starting .. had misconducted her shoot twice in the lust and advancement creating partiality instead of helping her.. they hadn't employed her by another contract extension when primary expired.. and she had found herself to be job less.. trying to find temporary project based work.. She was a science graduate and she had found a part-time job as a lab assistant.. The traffic lights turned red and she hurried to other side of the road.. she had an appointment at Zero lights studios with .. photographer and chief editor.. Mayank Zala.. who seem

Pithi walked a step towards door at the farther end of extremely large room.. it had been an ordeal for her to sit waiting for her .. husband.. they had married today.. and this was their first night of marriage.. the bed was full of flowers.. she stood looking out the field.. the sugarcane farms.. in dark moonless night.. their house was three story .. and the room was on top .. a lamp burned in the courtyard on neem tree.. and the canes swayed in fast wind.. Earlier she had waited on second floor untill they made the top room in arrangement of flowers.. on the second floor amidst the storage of harvest machinery and obnoxious large stacks of cane.. the room smelled extremely sweet of fresh canes and grease and oil from machinery.. everyone was downstairs on first floor except for her sister in law who came a couple of times.. the house was three story each floor made in single giant one room.. as it seemed.. the plain architecture and wideness soothed her.. and she found the house

Fiki starred at the reflection in the mirror.. Kaalu had made for her in the earlier days of their marriage.. her face shone whitish pale in the lamp light set beside on the edge of window grill.. it's flame flickered in cold evening breeze.. Kaalu insisted to light up both oil lamps everyday before dark.. because of powercut.. the overhead electric bulb went off once in a while.. the lamps burned everyday through evening till midnight .. and he doused them after making love with her everynight.. he didn't like dark while during night .. he like to see her under bright light .. ever since he had once seen her accidentally.. once when the power cut during night had been remade.. the lamp had flashed bright suddenly putting the whole of room in brightness.. She had been mortified.. trying to cover herself.. Fiki: oh.. He didn't let her cover in shawls and later had developed a habbit of putting lamp on so much that he had made another lamp.. He was resting in front

Mohini stood at the brink.. near a tree.. looking at Vishmak as he did cut out logs from dry shrubs or bushes big enough.. and woods that were over grown.. He spoke from where he stood.. Vishmak: rest if you are tired.. i am going a little deeper .. further in woods.. you will still hear me.. he moved further .. away from the mass of piled chunks he had set near a couple of big trees.. Mohini felt a numbing as Vishmak whispered in her ears.. a croon.. a grey cloud engulfed her body .. and as she shied away.. her soul.. set on fire of his warmth .. that rose in her heart.. suffocating her existence in the surrounding filled with brilliance of multiple coloured flowers.. Mohini: let me go.. She jirked up and walked out from the edge.. The sun was about to set.. and it would be dark soon.. she looked at the hill and the small house above.. Vishmak had built for them as he had said yesterday.. when he had become sure that she was in this region.. he had a flash of vision .

The Vortex swished .. rising outside .. a whirlwind moving around figg tree in the front yard of Moori's house.. she set up straight trying to calm the thoughts that followed.. the hissing softened to a cyclic twirling of dry leaves and dust around as the lower branches thumped with a rhythm .. doldrums of a subdued trance .. she stood up and walked to front window .. the moon was shining bright above in the midnight sky.. with a bluish sheen that almost appeared cold as ice.. Winter night was cold .. and she was waiting for Yajmi .. he has gone to hunt.. and hasn't come back yet.. he might perhaps be back by daybreak.. before going away he had made protective markings and have asked her not to go outside at any point during night or after dark.. .. a dull glow shone over and under the tree trunk as she kept staring for awhile.. then returned to bed.. She slept restless and woke up by daybreak.. and started up routine as soon.. the air was still and cold in the winter mo

Bhuli did light a lamp in the dry river bed of Arroyi river.. while her husband Sukho teathered their cows.. buffalo cattle and oxan.. and started tying a tent nearby some trees.. inlined further deeper in river bed due to land reform around by the floods in past few years that this region has seen.. they have come travelling up north when their farms were seized by authorities due to falling in the upcoming dam construction site.. their son did played joyfully around .. as Sukho looked at his young and beautiful wife.. Bhuli was exceptionally beautiful.. and he marvelled at her presence in his life.. she had agreed to marry him only for small amount of dowry security .. ensuring her grandfather's well-being.. she didn't have any relattives.. her whole family passed away in last decade due to various murky that fell in her region.. though Sukho's father tried to convince the old man to come along .. he persisted his denial firmly.. her village was 36 hours by bullock ca

The hill appeared sparkling green and colourful with trees that shone yellow and red in daylight.. the narrow path as well rocks.. shone alike the glow of pearl stones of onyx and Amber .. by the humm with birds of spring.. Mohini looked at the arch afront the steps of stairs that curved and rose to the top of hill circling around.. her heart did beat faster at the thought of facing Vishmak .. so much a long period of seclusion after escaping from the place he had built in north to live with her. .. she had spent six.. long years of his presence and so called pursual of her in the advancement of his boast of love and belonging to cherish forever.. as he had said once as to express his will to be with her forever.. and then she had left him to escape when she grew stronger as a woman to illude him.. deciding it was a best time to hide from him forever.. she could at last gain by living among other here on earth.. however limited but she had chance to drift away from him forever if only