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a video on the beginning of Chapter two of ‘ripples roping memories’

Wishing you all a happy weekend! Frightened, children wade through flood water under the Kelami bridge in Pehrauli. Whirlpools are formed by swirling water under the bridge. Water seems to roar angrily. Ammi directs children to cross railway lines but some children are attracted by swirling water. Gahanna stands on the concrete wall, watching. Suddenly, Gahanna sees Alifiya slip and fall and she...

A video on the end of chapter one of my fiction.

Happy days to you all! It is wonderful to watch men from Vanita Steels play volley ball in the evening during weekends. They appear to be tough and full of energy. They are immigrants from all over India and are friends of Rani’s father. Veer Singh and Prem Singh are close friends of Rani’s father. Father takes part in wrestling matches known as ‘kusti’ in Hindi. During...

Third video on ‘Ripples roping memories’

Nice to be with you all for my third video on ‘Ripples Roping Memories’. Mogra chawl is one of the many chawls in Sthaipada. There are four rows of houses in Mogra chawl. Each row has eight houses. Houses have tiled roofs which are sufficiently high. Houses of the two rows face each other. Some of the houses have fences of trimmed plants in the front yard. After the last house of the...

Second video on my fiction, ‘ripples roping memories’.

Let us look into incidents which happen before the family shifts to Siddarthnagar. Shimpli is 180 kms. away from Sagarpur. Rani’s father hails from Shimpli and stays with his parents after marriage. While in Shimpli, mother is pregnant and is sent to Meenanagar in Sompur for delivery. She gives birth to a rickety babe because she is not cared for in a joint family. Dad is shocked to see the...

First video on my fiction ‘Ripples roping memories’

Hi! I hope you will be able to enjoy a fiction of mine, ‘Ripples Roping Memories’ Depletion of forests and greenery is on. Forests and land in the bygone era causes ripples in the mind of Rani who was a resident of Vanavli in Sagarpur. The story ‘Ripples Roping Memories’ is narrated in present tense. Any resemblance to the story, places and characters is a matter of...

the street adolescent

He is an adolescent Out of home he was sent, Life for him is a blunder, Deprived of father’s love tender, Clothes, ragged and torn, Health in body worn,Split mind has streaks of sanity,Numbed soul, blurred spirituality,Pride inborn swells with fortune,But street adolescent cheers misfortune. His mind has a vacuum, Allowing evil to enter in, He utters, “I am great, Because of tasks done...

serenading poems part 1

My second book of fifty poems was published on July 18, this year. Poems are versatile dealing with topics spiritual, worldly, nature, music, education and so on. Readers can experience part of themselves when they read the poems. E books are available on Amazon. Sample poems are available for free on Kindle Unlimited. Paperbacks can be ordered on Amazon. Would like to have comments after reading...

HOME IN HELL

A house disordered, The members battered, In minds confused, In speeches slittered, In sight littered, The plight tethered, To a view vandalized. Pitch rise to a high decibel, Speeches screeched to a pinnacle, Defying concentration. Deriding laughter bleeds, The mind of feelings lead, To a loophole called hell, Where evil forces dwell. A home riding to a hell, Converges restlessness, ill feelings...

derangement

Pent up emotions flow, Through the words they show, Spiteful anger resents, Thoughts are but to dissent, Minds in emotional heat, Never has understanding meet, No wealth or health can grow, In a house, its members prone, To disinterested actions in a row, Nagging subversive anger fumes, Perverted actions are in tune, To negation, a goal unseen. Minds of children are at stake, When family is an...

GOODBYE CHILDHOOD!

Desperate childhood! You cannot chide me, You are dead, In the grave of time. Sunken childhood! You cannot touch me, You have drowned, Into the bygone. Desolate childhood! You cannot bog me, You are a void, Toying with darkness. Tyrant childhood! Bitter and barren, A concatenation of mockery, Myself on verge of jeopardy. You were a ravaging fear, I fear the thought of you near, You were the...

Usha Raman