Nital Bhuva (Short Stories)

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