Prem Kora (is a day job ) for the Bengali damsels. Prem Karbo and sleeveless blouses have now became day jobs for pishis, aging neices, kakis and of course kakus
40,000 years ago, predators like sabre cats and dire wolves were at the top of the food chain. Icy winds from the distant snow-clad mountains favored none. The earth hesitated to meet the heavens, evolution was at its peak and the forerunners of modern-day human beings had emerged.
He could always eat her...most probably she would taste like fish. Then he saw blood on the sand around her. She was wounded, and that too badly. He tried to touch, but she gave a loud terrified moan and moved away from him. An open wound ran down from her shoulders to her waist.
The creatures of the fables had resurfaced. They have survived because they had learnt to hide...hide from humans. From their experiences with man and his ways, they are afraid of us; one feels strongly that they do not want us to find them.
Kashmir is an integral part of India and will remain so for ages to come. I have spent half of my life living in remote areas and mixing around with the women of Kashmir the ones whose voices are never heard. Has anyone ever thought what the Kashmiri women want?
great friendships are forged over the clash of steel and even great bonds are formed over a pot of water and squatting in unlikely places. sometimes marriages failed and new steamy affairs happened behind prickly bushes. a covered face is a must not withstanding the exposed base.
One day at the farm I heard my grandmother giving a loud growl, and then I heard her rifle going off in the air. I shook my head while Barnacles who was just a baby then hid behind a hay stack. I scooted up a tree to get a better view. I saw a fellow running at top speed towards the river.
Blondes feel the heat more, than the brunettes of our country.” I could feel his eyes straying to my breasts He was staring at me, and smiling at my discomfort. The setting sun brought in a leg cramping cold.“I am not sharing a tent with you,” I glared. “I hardly sleep, you will be safer.”
As for me, I was seeing a nun for the first time in my life. Their stiff expressions and starched uniforms looked all so strange to me. I would often ask my friends, what was being a nun all about? Life in the village with Barnacles to ride upon and the leech infested river to swim in was home.
.Bloody fish, he thought to himself. Should eat her then she will shut up for good, he smiled at his own thoughts. She watched him smile and making strange sounds to himself. What a monkey! She thought aloud to herself. What would he taste like? She wondered...she had never eaten a monkey before.
The doctor could see that she was going to give birth any moment. “Can you spread your thighs a bit wider.” The woman at once clamped her thighs shut. If she would hurry up a bit, he could still catch an episode of the, ‘The Bold and the Beautiful.’ “Want me to put my leg around your neck?"
“He cannot be ridden...killed a fellow last year, snapped his neck in two....even three people sitting on his back can’t handle this beast nor calm him down...breaks down the gates and runs away almost every other day...he chooses victims and causes injuries....good riddance I should say”.
She is the smoke screen of our lives. What lies behind that screen is just but a quagmire.
They were now spending most of their time in water...feeding, breeding and fighting to establish territory. The earth cooled down...the plains became a sun-kissed abundance of food again. Here, evolution took an upper hand all over again. Some left the water but some didn't. ?
A volley-of-terrified screams erupted from somewhere beyond the palace. The matriarch looked at me with fear in her eyes, “you have let him out?” I smiled; the trail-of-blood would sooner or later lead him here. I am sure an offering would draw peace between him and me.
its long ears raised and alert. He uttered a low growl calling to the other members of the pack, the leader of the pack, had the head of a wolf and his teeth were sharp. His claws were polished to perfection. He was a savage but he too knew the meaning of fear when he stood before the blood red eyes
Life is like a mirror. It reflects our thoughts and actions
I suppose all of us fall in love but falling in love, over and over again with a madness that has no cure. I too suffer from this addiction and what started with a donkey then a water buffalo, graduated into a full fledged wild fire of the jungle with a horse.
A ruin stands in the tiger infested country of sundarbans. Why lord Canning dreams fail. Did the maneaters hunt his sailors or was it the crocodile infested rivers that his men feared?
gardening has been a hobby of mine since i was a child. now i love to create blooms, ferns and petals which army bungalow i live in...the journey of creating kitchen gardens, flower beds has been like a prayer for my soul.
When royals want to dig their nose a change of guards takes place so that the public attention is diverted. If Royal children are seen digging out their boogers then royal ladies are to go down on their hunches in their six inch high heels and wave a gentle fore-finger to stop the action.
We all are meant for some journey in life...mine was a roller-coaster one...
A fermented bowl of rice which is a comfort food for everyone. It gives a Viagra kick when eaten in hot summer afternoons. A recipe for the fiesty
The wind of heaven passes through a horses ears and if one has over eaten it shall pass through across the saddle.