Nital Bhuva (Short Stories)

Moori came up to surface out of water.. in a single plunge .. the water was cold.. and the summer night smoggy and humid.. filled with October heat.. sea roared a humm of a lover.. as she surfaced and walked out to sands.. water ran through her form wrapped in white.. fabric.. a light reflected on her as she neared large trees .. forming a dense jungle coastline woods.. her clothes flashed yellow in light from fire near a opening to jungle from seashore.. as she neared the fire she had started before taking a plunge into sea.. nearby.. trees.. a shadow moved out behind her.. and disappeared a little further down the line.. she continued looking ahead .. Yajmi stood beside a large tree looking directly by fire.. his mind in the claws of questions and thoughts of this female .. he trembled as his legs wobbled under the vision in front .. of him.. She neared the pyre and climbed a small step of logs and set on heap.. she always set up as long as the fire burned out in cold black stu...

The long ropes did take another fling and the swing turned up higher in the air.. and back again falling to other side .. just a slight afloat felt like a longer buoyancy in the ethereal oblivion.. moonlight doted a thousands of tiny pearls around the moss and grass dusted green floor.. as the tree trunk grew longer the branches flared around in sparkling light from above.. and greying reflection of tree on earth floor kept up looking like a stone still cradle.. soft and warm and inviting.. Nytili thought she might fall.. if she did.. it wouldn't be as harmful as it appeared.. but.. as the swing set on speed.. it became impossible to fall.. Her house too shone stone silver in midnight moon.. and the lone tree standing in it's courtyard appeared taller than under noon sun.. the sky disappeared frequently plunging into bluish black vastness.. shifted through the grill of leaves stems and the rope.. it was the most beautiful vision Nytili had ever seen.. dark yet mesmerising ...

Mithila had a beautiful crow.. Erawan.. it's raucous caw filled surrounding at morning and in the evening.. it cawed cheerfully as if the world was most leisurely place to argue and to entertain .. filling her with thoughts of her school.. last bench and her friends.. It lived on neem tree in the courtyard of her house.. and it was their buffalo Boofo's ... best friend.. it always spoke out jubilant.. and did prattle quite a bit before whenever aunt Jeevi visited.. aunt Jeevi usually came to purchase supplies.. for her small shop.. She always spent her vacation with aunt Jeevi . Neighbouring  village .. one winter vacation.. the morning day before she was leaving with her aunt to spend vacation at her aunt's place.. Erawan made quite a commotion jumping this to that then another branch of neem tree.. every single minute.. and cawed aloud.. Mithila called out.. Mithila: oh.. Ero . .. what's the matter.. Erawan flew down from neem tree branch.. and perched a...

Bhima went inside his cave.. interior was dark.. well before sunrise.. he did light up ..torch by wood stump.. and fixed it by opening to ward off predators.. he wanted to sleep before midday to rest enough for night patrol.. this was one of the vigilance posts over the outskirts of his village.. Bhogal.. was a small village near the river Gomti.. Bhima's father was chief of his clan.. they were taking night vigilance forever to ward off predators and other dangers like stray cattle.. loners and hunters.. who mostly looted on farms.. Bhima took turns to patrol during night and worked on farm by day.. he had planted oats.. this year.. the shining golden crop full of seeds.. flashed in his mind.. his brother looked at in night.. with other farms... he didn't like campfire and snacks party .. so he avoided going to farms during night.. and instead went on outskirts vigilance.. he was tired.. the soft hay bed felt so very restful.. Gori has went his turn .. he will rest for a...

Mohini floated down from Rohini constellation further towards bend of white disk.. the smart rounded objects spinning around yellow sun.. the bunch looked pretty much as always like dice played by Vishmak to entice her.. Vishmak  always tried to cajole her to accompany him  roam around milkyway. .. once he had tried to trap her near silver horse .. by the violet all.. and tried to love her forcefully.. she had since then on started hiding away from him.. taking any possible shortcut to avoid him.. though he succeeded in getting her alone once in a while.. She recognised a brilliant star and some other objects spinning .. in Sun's cluster.. as always.. she had a promise of some company.. If she went on earth.. she did alway find someone here and that's why it's good to be here and less lonely.. it was rare that Vishmak will find her here.. and she can spend some time.. Vishmak's thought put chill in her .. she breathed a sigh.. and floated towards her destination.. ...

Beri was a slight deaf.. from childhood.. but she still recognised footfall.. from even farther away.. then average.. she jirked up from over stove she was lighting for cooking in earlier morning.. one winter.. Godho was coming.. her husband.. they had married just last year.. and he doted on her.. he always helped her work at home though she asked not to many times.. neighbours did teased her for .. Soni even more relentless.. she was her childhood friend who also married in neighbouring house.. her farm was a couple of farms across near the "Bhulima devdi.." local diety temple.. Godho: here . .. use fresh brisk tinder .. Beri felt a jolt and a slight flutter in her heart.. he bent over the wall from across the stove.. to set down a bundle of fresh tinder.. his persuasion despite her complaints about neighbours teasing.. was relentless yet innocent.. she felt older.. and perhaps she was older .. a couple of years.. she remembered him to be toddler.. he was her paternal ...

Paarya woke up by flipping of pages, of the book, lying nearby on bedside table, she had fallen in a slumber around five evening, the wind blew faster making the book noisy, she got up to check out the setting of gyrometer, it indicated 14 to 89 by one 10th, making her sure of possibility of catching a sight of grey giant cyclone, she had arranged the analog meter readings converting to numerical input in possible display. She delighted in it's design and was later promoted as it's operating officer, as she checked and noted.. the rings and pendulums had delightful trinkling as it made conversion for input signals.. the conversion was made for adjustment and accuracy in position of scope to automatically detect and follow priority wavelengths.. the scope was installed on side floor of her apartment.. and she was allowed to make connecting balcony passage by a door.. hardly any other officer bothered with scope without her permission.. apart from two attendants that mostly alwa...

Amal was tired .. Yesterday night was long on site.. he had taken two shifts straight for monthly overhaul and routine check as well for machine two's restart after fault clearance.. this has been a very busy weekend.. he climbed down from third floor.. to check out.. slightly.. hoping that there won't be any emergency calls afterwards.. the railing shone white as the floor appeared.. closer.. .. it was 2 am.. Maalti would be sleeping.. he hated to disturb her.. instead he could spend some time in the parking.. perhaps.. but it was too early in the morning anyway.. He walked slowly.. the parking was dark.. the pole lamp few yards away farther on both side of the turn.. yet bright enough.. as he neared his bike.. a wild mongoose ran after some thing in shrubs as well night birds shrill voice pearced.. chill in dark night.. he took out a cigarette.. and lounged on concrete bench.. tomorrow will be free.. he will have rest and.. continue with his book.. he loved reading fiction...