The Tryst with Tripura

“JAISING – Sire, could I make the goat live again, by giving up a portion of my life, gladly would I do it. But how can I restore that which Mother herself has taken? APARNA – Mother has taken? It is a lie. Not mother, but demon. JAISING – O, the blasphemy! APARNA – Mother, art thou there to rob a poor girl of her love? Then where is the throne, before which to condemn thee? Tell me, King. GOVINDA – I am silent, my child. I have no answer. APARNA – This blood-streak running down…

A Holiday in Hoylake

Image Credit: www.pexel.com “That must be a white swan over there and that one will be a teddy bear” thought little Ria as she stared at the while cottony clouds flying by her aircraft window. While her parents dozed off next to her, Ria spent her time making up imaginary characters out of the shapes of clouds that floated by her window. It was her summer holidays and she was off to visit her Mother’s uncle who lived in the United Kingdom. Ria had heard about the UK in her…