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Fiction Vultures descended on the kingdom.   People had started dying of hunger and thirst.   There was no water anywhere.   Aridity stared at us from what were rivers and lakes until a few months back.   The nudity of the rivers and lakes encroached upon our consciousness like bloodsucking vampires.   It sucked life out of us. “Anga needs a saviour,” King Romapada lamented.   My mother listened to him sympathetically.   “We need a beautiful young maiden to go the forest and…,” he paused a while as if to clear his throat, “… and seduce Rishisringa.” Rishisringa was a young ascetic living in the forest with his father Vibhandak Rishi.   He was himself an offspring of seduction.   None other than god Indra had sent Urvasi, the enchanting celestial dancer, to tempt Vibhandak away from his ascetic vow of chastity. The gods were jealous of the spiritual powers Vibhandak was accruing from his chastity and austerity.   The gods are strange creatures.   They have everyt

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is rapped by clamour Of self-appointed guardians of morality and culture; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, Blackened with clotted blood Of insidious intent. These streets used to be crowded With people and cattle and dogs And longings in hearts. Now slogans have displaced longings And also some of the people. We have created enemies For the sustenance of our arid hearts. The cooing of pigeons hangs heavily in the loaded air, We are in a country where the cattle are deity, That thirst for human blood: History’s way of avenging itself. Don’t worry, history is a ghost that will haunt Wherever you may choose to hide yourself. No escape, no redemption, no hope. But I’ll be with you till the end. What began with a bang will end in a whimper. I’ll be there with you, with the whimper. That’s my love. My helpless love.

Chasing the headlight you drive the car With single-minded determination to the destination. You are in a hurry. Hurry! There’s a whole world to be conquered. The highway is as alluring as the holy grail. Highway is a mark of development. Development is the key to happiness. In the undeveloped underbrush In the darkness on either side Lie mysteries sighing mantras of bliss Fairies and dryads beckon Unheeded Rivers and mountains sing songs of beatitude Beside the highway Highways are full of light. Dazzling light. The world stands bathed in brilliance. I embrace the magic of darkness Away, away from the highway Far away from the brilliance of your lights. PS. Inspired by Indiblogger Edition 164