Chakyaar Chants !!!

 The winter eve was lazy as ever. Dogs curled up in corners, unwilling to bark. Forget the lazy cloud and the shameless sun engaged in their deep slumber even as my clock ticked 2’o clock. Motionless trees have disconnected themselves from the wind around. As I walked past the gates of IGNCA, I was led to an open stage facing rising layers of semicircles seating the audience. The cushions wrapped in white cloth were placed over seating and ground left red carpeted. The branches and leaves of Peepal tree roofed the open stage sketching an ancient India into the space. Lighted uncolored bulbs were knitted on to the leaves painting eyes to the uneyed, yet the unblind trees. With its hundred eyes gazing at the stage waiting for the stories from across the world, its green leaved head let the calm breeze swing it to her winter symphony. Only her head and part of her brown rooted neck was visible for the people populating the space above the land.  A Hungarian Story Cr...

It was morning and the beast of winter was roaming wild in Delhi.   Clothed in multiple layer, I streamed through the crowded and clouded New Delhi railway station. Sun was hiding, rather hidden. I hurried to the Metro station, only crowded though. Beast is yet another animal, afraid of crowd. Exiting the burrows of Delhi Metro, I was yet again in the territory of the beast. I boarded a rickshaw. Teethed with wind, her claws tore apart me hunting for my warmth. I fought, my clothes fought. I thought I won. Then as I talked with the rickshaw wala, I saw my mouth ejaculating unfamiliar vapors. It was her exhausts. The beast was breathing through me. She didn’t get my warmth, but she took my breath. I looked at the sky for the yellow emperor. But the unwilling emperor had chosen to hide beneath the clouds.                                                 ...

The tyranny of the summer continued across the Indian Capital.Its been a few weeks in Delhi .The Summer was in no mood to ease down his might. The hopes of a lighter summer vanished into the season's steam. To ice the steam beneath my inside and Delhi Air, I craved for the holy arrival of the monsoon gods. A desperate lover of rain resurfaced on me as I longed for her presence. Living a monotonous life can be extremely boring. And on yet one of those ordinary days, I woke up at 10:00 AM. Monotonicity broken. Not a good reason to reach office late though.But light creaking through the window panes appeared weak,dim and blunt. Frail and weak, it could hardly bounce back from the marble floor.Walking above the semi-corpses of light lying astray on the floor, I opened the door. I heard her dance. I heard her sing. There she was , beyond the gates , a feet away. She hopped through the streets with her anklet kissing rickshaws, roads and trees. Trapped inside her dark long hair...