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Deceitful Impressions

She watched them as they took their daily walk. He would take at least eight to ten rounds depending on how long the coach made his child play, the wife on the other hand would tire after four rounds and then sit under the trees and watch her son play.

That was the time to move in, to take a walk with her own son, teasing him pushing him and generally being a fun person. Swaying her hips in a rather inviting fashion. She would take the path coming in from the opposite direction so that she could cross his path and watch him from far.

He wouldn’t be able to resist her for long, after all the men playing tennis were smitten by her weren’t they? But he took no notice and she was not used to being ignored. She was often given the look over by men and she basked in the attention.

Well what use was beauty if it did not make you popular, make men fall at your feet and make women snigger behind your back?

She gave the impression of being coy, as she turned round the bend and twisted around falling right into his arms.

“Sorry, I must have twisted my ankle, ouch and it does hurt terribly”, she gushed as he held her. She batted her kohled eyes at him making sure he smelt her perfume and sweat well.

“Here let me help you” he offered. She took his arms and even put a bold hand around his shoulder making a pretense of limping gasping and crooning all the while.

He took her to the spot where some chairs were placed for the tennis players.

She thanked him profusely and was about to advance further in her ploy when the pot-bellied, always stinky smelly man from her tennis class swarmed in on them. He was almost towering over her, “thank you for helping her out, we will take care of her”, he said as if dismissing her prey.

He smiled turned and left and she was fuming because all her ploy had come to naught.

But now he knew her and surely he would remember how wonderful she smelt, he would dream of her and she would walk the rest of his lonely rounds with him from tomorrow, after all they were now acquainted weren’t they.

………………………………………………………………………………………………

“What took you so long today?” the wife looked at him as he held out a hand to hoist her from the ground.

“Nothing just bumped into someone who sprained her leg, so escorted her to a chair, are we done for today?”

“Yes we are and look our son is all smiles”, she pointed out to a child running towards them, beaming.

They came here for their walks while their son got coached. Perfect family fun time.

What could possible go wrong?

………………………………………………………………………………………………

The eyes that followed them were kohled and full of deceit…….

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Fish Fry

Wash the fish and rub salt

They are dead anyways

So, no you are not rubbing salt

In their wounds

Apply garlic, then lime

Then apply the red masala

The recipe of which has

Been in my family for

Generations, just like

The way of frying fish

Heat oil in a pan, add fish

Turn once to make sure

Both sides are cooked

That’s the way we have fried

Fish for as long as I remember

Though I never eat fish

And I hated the smell

My hubby loved the way

My mother made Fish Fry

So I learnt it reluctantly

And now my son loves it too

So now I am an expert at

Frying the Fish

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Masala: A mixture of ground spices used in Indian cooking.

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Measuring Tales

She measured out the red ribbons, two for Aisha, two for Sana, two for Zeeya and then stored the rest for another year, maybe she should cut their hair and save the cost of these ribbons, another burden.

 

He measured out the cow’s milk into the saucepan and left, he was in a hurry and forgot to cover it. When Mala opened the door, the cat was licking her paws,  on cue the baby wailed.

 

One drop for a sound sleep would be enough the doctor had said, ten were lethal he knew. The pain, the suffering was older than he could recall. They found the tea-cup next to his body.

 

As she measured the coffee into the press she though of the loving arms, when she went back into the bedroom, her only wealthy possession, her gold necklace was gone, with him.

 

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Preserve

Measure out your love

And give when needed

Else the wrong person

Will leave you depleted

Take the soulful sighs

With slight pinch of salt

Let them go, let it fall

The special one is

Just round the bend

He will take your hand

Leading you down the

Wonderful path

And the others you will

Soon see you loathed

Pay no attention

The world will pull

You down, do not

Frown, just play along

Not everyone gets

More than they deserve

You are the lucky one

Keep the love, let it

Preserve

 

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Mumbling Munn

Shor took the huge paw and tried to make the motions of shaking it where in reality the palm of Corac could just pick him up and shake the life out of him.

And thus they began the tideous upward journey on a more friendlier note.

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They must have climbed only a couple of feet but they were sweating profusely and already felt drained of energy.

Corac had placed Shor on his shoulder but the movement of Corac made Shor so dizzy and this time Shor did not want to risk falling down the endless pit again.

Without Corac there to protect him from the unfathomable darkness and all its hidden secrets Shor didn’t feel brave enough to be in the coral caves, he would rather be up here with this half man half crocodile friend.

Corac rested for a while. They were both thirsty and hungry and they felt like they were trying to crawl back into a huge black hole only they were going against gravity and it was always tough swimming against the tide.

Tide, wait were they in the middle of the ocean somewhere?

Corac had mentioned that he was “three worlds below the pool”.

“Corac where exactly are we?”, Shor asked. “Hmm looks like we passed the The Mad Pods place a while back”

“The Mad pod?” Shor asked. “Yes the Mad Pod or Mumbling Munn as I would like to call him. He is out of his head the old chap is senile. If we were to run into him he would probably take a good look at you and mumble some nasty things. And though he knows I can crush him he dares to irritate the heck out of me. Strange one he is”

The description was not even over and they heard strange rumblings. Shor could hardly see anything yet but a bit up ahead there was a curious light. Strange he had not noticed any lights when he fell, but then he was falling too fast and not really looking.

The mumblings were unintelligible to him but it sounded as if someone was angry, very angry. They climbed up towards the strange luminescence. It was a hypnotic light. Almost coming from far away and seemed to pull them towards itself. The mumblings grew louder as they approached.

The creature seemed to be approaching Shor with great alacrity.

Suddenly it was almost upon him. A creature that looked like an alien. It’s seven pairs of legs made it walk quickly towards them. It mumbled and trembled and looked as if it was going to knock him off or pick him up and throw him back down the hole.

It was his good fortune Corac was with him.

 

 

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Corac

Earlier……

He was not sure whether he was the hero or the villain. Somewhere along the quest all lines, characters had blurred and now all that he cared for was to reach that pool.

Take a dip in the elixir of youth. Become immortal.

And as he was about to shed the last few garments he heard it. Faint at first but distinct.

A low melodious hum a remnant of a beautiful song, but broken.

It came from the mist surrounding the pool.

And as he stepped nearer ……………………………………………………………………….. (to be continued)

As he stepped closer he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet give away and he started falling.

He was going down at a speed at which he could hardly see anything around him, everything was a blur and there was nothing around him, he was engulfed in a space maybe a time warp.

It seemed like an eternity before he hit ground (if that is what it was).

It was pitch dark with a rancid smell.

Shor was surprised that he had landed on his feet and unharmed.  He dusted himself and hunted in his belt for the matches.

He could smell danger even before he hit the bottom, it seemed to follow him like a loyal puppy.

He lit a matchstick and almost jumped.

He was on the back of a creature he could only imagine about.

It had the horn of a rhinoceroses but he was half human and half crocodile. And was gigantic.

Luckily Shor had landed at a distance from which he could safely see that the croc man was sleeping.

But not for long, he stirred and sniffed. His crocodile tail slithering and he yawned exposing ugly gnawy teeth.

Stretching himself he suddenly stiffened. “Who goes there?”, he thundered and Shor was almost blown away by the velocity of his sound.

“I can smell ye, and you cannot hide you know that” his voice rang aloud in the space.

“I am Shor the brave”, Shor replied hardly believing his own words.

“Are you then?” the roaring reply made Shor want to turn around and run. But where was the big question. He could hardly see and barely make out the figure of the croc man. Besides his swishing tail could hit him any moment and knock him down.

“I am the king of the coral caves, you are in my territory and cannot move without my permission”. The reply was less angry than his previous enquiries.

Shor felt braver than before and moved closer.

“I did not come here by choice, I fell in here” he said hoping explaining that he did not want to encroach upon anyone’s territory would make him seem like an ally.

“So, you reached the pool, you must be something to have come so far” the croc man replied.

“You know about the pool? Where am I now?” Shor wondered aloud.

“You are three worlds below the pool, in coral caves, you must have slipped through the eye”.

“It must be decades since you fell, and you haven’t aged a bit, people are usually dead or old by the time they land here, I was a bit surprised to hear your voice, myself” the croc man replied.

Was he warming up or was he just being friendly enough so that he could grab him and devour him, Shor wondered.

As if he could almost read his thoughts the croc man replied “I do not eat humans, never have, at least a live one, no, I remember never eating one, my croc stomach turns up almost the thought of it”.

It was the first-time Shor relaxed.

“So can you help me get back up there? I was almost at the end of my journey when I fell?” Shor enquired feeling he should use the croc man’s mood to his advantage.

“I have no idea, I could climb you know, with you, if you let me take a dip in the pool once reach the top, only problem is I might get smaller as I go up and become a really tiny baby or worse an egg” the croc man was wondering weighing his options.

“But it’s a chance I am willing to take, after all I have been stuck here for ages now.”

“Ok, let’s start the ascend then, I am Shor” Shor extended an introduction. If they were to embark upon a journey it would help if they were at least civil to each other.

“Ya I heard that the first time around, Shor the brave you announced quaking in your boots” croc man guffawed.

“I was not! quaking in my boots” Shor replied indignantly. “I was a bit thrown off by the fall” he said.

“Well we are sure to find many creatures along the way who will test your bravery, so don’t loose your heart, you might still get a chance to prove yourself to me, I am Corac by the way” Corac said extending his hand.

Shor took the huge paw and tried to make the motions of shaking it where in reality the palm of Corac could just pick him up and shake the life out of him.

And thus they began the tideous upward journey on a more friendlier note.

 

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The Elixir (an excerpt)

He had slayed the last monster and reached the misty pool.  It was at last his to dip into.  Shedding his armor stained in different bloods, some of it his own and some from the vicious monsters he had met and killed along the way.

He was a long way from home, once a humble peasant he had now turned into a warrior. His fate had turned when he saved a little mouse in his fields.

A talking mouse, unbelievable. And yet he had mercy on him when he begged for his life.

As a token for saving his life the mouse had invited him on a quest. A hunt for the mysterious pool.

It’s waters as blue as topaz and its legends spread across the worlds known and unknown.

He had laughed presuming it was a big joke, a way of humbling him and yet he humoured the mouse by entering the mouse-hole.

It was as if he fit there, and he was right at home too (though an overdose of cheese nearly made him sick). His clothes had transformed and he felt he was in a timeless space where there was everything and yet nothing.

He had a surreal feeling of being lost and having found.

The mouse had introduced him to some weird beings who looked like bandits, pirates all of lowlife in this low underground space.

He tagged along for fun and then the adventures began.

He was not sure whether he was the hero or the villain. Somewhere along the quest all lines, characters had blurred and now all that he cared for was to reach that pool.

Take a dip in the elixir of youth. Become immortal.

And as he was about to shed the last few garments he heard it. Faint at first but distinct.

A low melodious hum a remnant of a beautiful song, but broken.

It came from the mist surrounding the pool.

And as he stepped nearer………………………

……………………………………………………………………… (to be continued)

Elixir

Purple Berries and Summer

I don’t see them much nowadays

The purple berries I ate

But children today have

Purple tongues of artificial colors

They don’t climb trees anymore

Nor get shouted at by neighbors

They have no fun stealing fruit

Climbing walls, getting caught

Staying alert, hooting signals

Our summers were usually spent

Evading scolding, light punishment

Roaming free,  hanging out together

We had to be looked for

Our parents usually found us

Lounging under trees, eating berries

And other seasonal fruit

Now candies have replaced berries

And Ac homes and iPads

We usually ask politely if

Our child can come to your place

And no there are no berries

Lest the marbled floors get stained

 

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Tiny Tales Patterned

He loved her he said and cried, he was hurt too but he lashed out when angry, she should forgive him this one time. But it was a pattern, the abuse and the forgiving continued…….

The reward was a ball of chocolate ice cream (her favorite), they would walk in the sun and she got treated for being his granddaughter, this was a joyous pattern and the taste of the ice cream would linger for years to come.

“Five minutes, then we shall play together” the dialogue and the pattern continued till he outgrew it. How she wished she had spent five minutes and played with her son.

Sleep, clean her bed-ridden granny, sleep, serve her granny some water (Parkinson’s  did not allow her to even hold her glass), the pattern was exhausting but love never let her tire of it.

Pattern

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