Daughters of EVE......................Athan * Thana
Athan giggled silently in the car as Mateo drove. She stared at the lights that illuminated their path. "Everything is just. . .beautiful." She pushed her head outside the window to fill her nostrils with more of the evening breeze. Mateo chuckled. "You really are just coming out for the first time." "So, you didn't believe what I told you." She tucked her head back into the car. [ 1,250 more word ]
Suzanne, my lovely French friend who has come a long way from south of France to cover the Jaipur Literature Festival is a wonderful writer too. She teaches me a lot on writing and to discuss with her on literature is one of the enthralling thing. Sometimes she scolds me in French, and I promise myself more, that I would learn French so well that one day I would beat her! [ 940 more words ]
Those little moon kissed petals of flower I have still kept for you Along the old book of poetry Which you gave me on that day of orange sun Which later turned to a storm And we ran Open below the sky Into the world And laughed. Those hand made cards Which still smell of chocolates and gifts I have kept them too… [ 152 more words ]
Vincent, I know that little hunger That comes in the night When you have nothing but a half stale bread and the last sip of coffee I stand there where you become restless And searched one by one from one color to color It is still seven days to month end And you have no francs left The lamp is lit… [ 276 more words ]
It was a night of torrential rain. When the train stopped, he came down to the station where there is nothing and all transport gone.He all soaked carries his bag out of station.The gust of wind almost blows him away.Blue lightnings are flashing. Thunderstorms can be heard at regular intervals. He starts walking.He knew,it would be impossible to reach his village tonight but still he walks. [ 905 more words ]
Dead in the Lagoon At the Lagoon shore it lies Swollen, fly ridden, Has tinted the air with that stench of caution From every axis pulled attention. At the lagoon shore they play, Gisting, smoking, caressing and minding their businesses, Oblivious of the loss that lay behind the felled rafia, They sing and clap, wave and pray At the Lagoon shore they read, [ 88 more words ]
View the previous Millicent episode here Millicent kept her gaze on Dante. The way his lips moved as he spoke was beyond amazing. What she was more interested in was the story he was telling. He made the centuries old story sound like something that happened yesterday. The rapid squinting and blinking movement of her eyes expressed her feelings towards his description of the Powerful ones of old. [ 1,076 more word ]
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Abiku My mother's cry a mere song, My father's lament, the best lyrics to which I play my guitar, The people's mourn a nice chorus, Who does the solo? Babalawo with his incantations. How can you go after all we have done? True! My ears are notched and fingers marked, Yes! The scar drives through my nose bridge to my cheeks, [ 203 more words ]
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Where each street is of different color, the light is different on the streets of Paris. It always is. The sun is poetic here, the rain, the lyrics, and the moon, a canopy of dreams. Each street is of some other color. Some orange, some blue, some gold, some black and some white. But the beautiful thing is when I enter each street, the color within me also changes. [ 131 more words ]
Dukhiya Chithi hai Babu?' (Do I have a letter Sahib?) I look upwards. As usual Dukhiya is standing near the door. With his usual red shirt and dirty white dhoti. And a smile whose meaning is very hard to solve. Maybe in that smile there are glimpses of hope as well as the lamentation of losing hope. I smiled and asked "Kaun chiti dega tujhe bol to Dukhiya?(Who will give you letter Dukhiya?)" [ 2,787 more words ]