It was the hour just before twilight. I was standing on the banks of Mother river Ganga. I was waiting for the sun to rise. It had been just 8 praharas since I was crowned King of Anga. However, the crowning ceremony did not change the fact that I am still a Sutaputra, a pariah, a downtrodden, an outcast. People still think of me as an untouchable rather than a worthy warrior.

The crowning cerem...

As I stand in the verandah of my beach house, the fresh air played mischievously with a few locks of my hair. I stared at the horizon. I could feel the salty air fill my lungs with new hopes for the upcoming days, my awaiting future. My eyes ceaselessly kept flashing the pictures from the previous night. Exhaustion engulfed me. My brain was tired. I felt crestfallen. All of it happened in a single...

Just act natural like the moon,

That sees the tears of those in pain;

Performs such a motherly act,

Knowing that one day it has to wane.

Just act natural like the Sun,

That shines heavily in the noon;

But even it has to set,

Making a way for the moon.

Just act natural like the water,

That relaxes your exhausted feet;

It touches the sand on the shores,

Rising in majestic tides and then recedes....

It was a moonless night. I had been to my village then. It was Saturday evening. I was walking around in the farms where I filled my lungs with fresh air. However, something was wierd. An eerie silence engulfed me. Something was strange today. No crickets were chirping. All those irritating bugs were quiet. I looked at the pond. Generally it had waves rising and falling against the shore but today...

At night, I was strolling on the terrace of our new house in Mumbai. It was right beside the seashore. I felt the salt spray on my face. I, Vaidehi Bharadwaaj, along with my family shifted to Mumbai last week. Had it not been for my father’s business, I would have never left Ahmedabad. I saw the waves rising and falling against the rocks surrounding the sea. We had moved into an opulent 3 BHK in a...