The sounds of bangles and ringing metallic beads have been heard by villagers from the fort. The souls dance at night inside the fort as believed by the villagers.
Adorned in its white, glistening marble surrounded by refreshing fountains and vivacious palm trees and bushes, like oasis it saved the city
The grey air hid the dark tree trunks that towered to the sky and got lost among the clouds. The four friends had been climbing for over fourteen hours
Ratna was standing in a corner watching the multitude of guests, jostling with each other, nevertheless having a great time, men and women dancing to western and Indian tunes
The evening had just given way to the stars and the sparrows were flying back home in the backdrop of an orange sky. I was sitting along with Abhijit at my village residence
The Old Maharaja’s Palace at Udaipur, Rajasthan had been decorated like a Princess for the Wedding of this Year. The stage was all set; as this was the “Day of the Year”
Ashkmeet Jarren was one of those rare breed of people who, despite being ignored and suppressed by the rest of the world, still manages to come out on top
It’s Shimona’s wedding. The only girl child of her father. The place chosen by her father is an old palace situated away from the noise & pollution of city near the woods.
Aaditya sensed a presence in the overgrown thicket surrounding the palace and inside the compound. He turned sharply and spotted something red.
The golden ring was a symbol of victory. It was the utmost glory for us slaves. Any slave would covet it, for it not only shone in its precious value