CREATIVE SHORT STORIES

A Blue Peacock

As he hauled himself loose out of the squeezing shared space from the passenger seat of the six-seater vehicle on seeing landmarks of his destination, the older talkative woman passenger, sitting alon

The market place had crowds to suggest the misgiving that the crowds intended to transact in the market. Nevertheless, people in the market arena had quite off the mark intentions.

ADDRESSEE THIS TIME Giriraj standing on the temple stairs looked all round in the huge congregation of people with his scared and anxious eyes. It was a sight of innumerable human heads packed till the end of line of vision. Giriraj went short distances randomly into the crowd and returned dismayed without finding any signs of his son and daughter-in-law. The couple had deserted them there, miles, towns, cities and states away from their native Gujarat in that crowd of Kumbh Mela without bothering any oddity of embarrassment. The innocuous cover of the crowd had simplified the disappearance of the son- an easy simple escape like the fast disappearing sprinkled water in the rivulets of sweat running allover a man's body in a burning summer.

drugs related violence, sibling hatred

It was as if sleep was slain from his mind by the dreams; he would wake up his wife also and start bantering his wife in her half-sleep.

political maze, clandestine terrorism,

reforms transformations, new kinks and bends in life,sickening social changes in India