Saturday, May 4, 2013

The Starving Winds



All my life I thought about one thing –Myself. You could call me a selfish or an egotistic, and believe me, I was. Then came a change, a series of incidents that turned me into a dream-chaser, a sailor, a merchant, a prisoner, a puppet, a fighter and a hope for my family, whose lives were cursed by nature and tormented by an intoxicated king. 

Let’s begin this tale with the night when I left my home. The reason was simple; I had my own dreams while my father’s were different. Once at dinner, the debate for my future broke out. As expected my mother was at his side but I knew she too didn’t want me to get involve in royal affairs. “Those politicians are multi-masked people. No one knows what they think. They will smile at you, greet you and even celebrate with you. But when you turn around, they’ll never miss a chance to incise a knife in your back,” she always told me.  The dispute ended as I left my half-eaten dinner. I was so annoyed that even the scrumptious cuisine of my mother flavoured tasteless. I hurried to my room and dropped myself on the bed. Whether it was my determination or ignorance, I didn’t know, at mid-night I decided to leave the city.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

From The Pages Of HALF SCROLL



 



CHAPTER 2
WALLS OF MEMORIES

Last thing Rakka saw was Asuman jumping down from wagon and crouching under it in time. Then the herd flooded over it. Trees shuddered.
In midst of thudding, honking; he could clearly make out the cracking sound of wood. The wagon had smashed.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

From The Pages Of HALF SCROLL

 
1500 YEARS LATER
 
 
Everything in universe is vulnerable. Even the Gods.
- 3rd Line, 24th Slab, Library Of Stones
 
 
 
 
CHAPTER 1
HUNT OF LIFE
 
 


“Don’t move,” the chief warned, “your one mistake may fail us.”

            Rakka was certain that his chief hadn’t heard the cracking sound of a twig he had just crushed. As always, he was proved wrong but it wasn’t his mistake. He was trembling as the wintry mist layered a thin film of water over his plump-bare torso. And to make his condition worse, the night-insects were infuriating him at his hide-out.