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Thursday, April 30, 2015

Excerpts from 'The Wedding Trousseau and Other Short Stories'


Presented below are two excerpts from my book 'The Wedding Trousseau and Other Short Stories' that has been recently released. I hope you will like them!


1) Her face had acquired a kind of ruddiness and hair too appeared somewhat darker in the drowning evening sun and along with the slight upward slant of her eyebrows, her irritation was evident. “Where to, madam? What is all this? I have been taking this crap for months now. Many times, I notice young boys hovering around our house,” the woman thundered in a tone that clearly intimidated the timid girl who stood there visibly embarrassed. “Show me what this one has given you.” She snatched the paper bag from her thin hands and ripped it open in the manner of a suspecting wife, and started pulling out all the things, one by one.
Auntyji, I…” Poonam began. Her heart was pounding. She was a pretty young girl of seventeen, clad in a simple blue salwaar-kameez. Nervousness clearly floated in her small kohl-lined eyes, as dark as her neatly plaited hair.
“I knew, you would have a ready answer. Did you tell your father?” said the lady putting all the things on a rusted three-legged stool lying in a corner.
“Because I am …” Poonam said taking a step back, her heart still beating faster.

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2) However, that young woman came there pretty much regularly and sitting under the shade, would mutter something with a bowed head. She would come sometimes in the lazy afternoons that put the world in a slumber, when trees and birds did not bother to rustle and chirp, or sometimes in the late evenings when retired flocks would fly home and breeze hummed many tunes solemnly.

She used to cry a lot initially, the old watchman would tell those who bothered to listen or ask out of idle curiosity. Stroking the silken cloth whose borders would shimmer in the bright sunlight peeping indiscreetly from the thick mango blossoms, the young woman would lean over it and rested or rubbed her cheek over it a few times. This had become her ritual that she followed religiously, much to the curiosity of many a folk.

One fine morning, when the dew was still fresh on the soft grass and the washed leaves danced in delight with the placid air, she came and sat down in her typical quietness. 


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Happy Reading!


9 comments:

  1. Interesting read, thanks for sharing and nice month ahead!

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    1. Hi blogoratti

      Thanks a lot! same to you :)

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  2. You are a great writer, Ankita! Thanks for sharing! You can be so proud of yourself!

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    1. Hi Katrin

      Thanks a lot dear, this is such a big compliment!

      :P

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  3. Dear Sir,

    Thanks a lot!

    :)

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  4. One one hand, first spells intrigue and mystery; second leads to an emotional connect. I bet, your book is marvelous. Waiting for the e-book, with my lifestyle, I only buy e-books. Ping me, when it is in the market. Congratulations yet again.

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    1. Hi Saru

      Thanks a lot! I am happy you liked the excerpts! Sure, I will ping you :)

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