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This is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends ~ Enchanted. Ajabdeh woke up to the knock on her door. She sleepily checked the vintage clock on the wall showing half past six, as she sat up to see the scattered half-packed things on the floor of her room. Ajabdeh grunted, removing the messy locks of hair falling on her face. She must have fallen asleep in the middle of packing, and now her shoulder hurts. The knock was louder as she staggered across the room and half-opened the door to see the housekeeper standing there. “What is it?” She must have sounded displeased because the housekeeper stammered as she explained that the village Pradhan’s wife and a few other women were there to see her. She frowned, clueless as to what she could be needed for by these women. She instructed the housekeeper to keep them waiting as she hurried through her morning routine, put on a decent Kurti from the unpacked bunch and stepped into the living room whe...
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The ousting of Shams Khan and his troops from Chittorgarh earned Kunwar Partap Singh overnight fame across the land as tales of his bravery made their way through the dunes and hills, across rivers and borders to lands far and beyond. At thirteen, he had commanded an army troop to take over the fort of Chittorgarh and restore Mewar’s borders to their former glory. People started comparing him to his forefathers, the great Rana Kumbha, who built forts across Mewar and his grandfather, Rana Sanga, who had united all Rajputs against external threats. As bards sang praises of the prince, gossip soon followed. Gossip was the most entertaining one could get in the mundane city lives and village gatherings, and it often travelled faster than the fastest Marwadi horse. So alongside the tales of his absolute bravery and how he hoisted the Mewari flag on the fort, were the stories of how his life was in danger, the king and queen did not quite get along and how he was made to live in poverty by ...
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“Jija, I want to go to the stables too.” Ajbante was stopped in the corridor of the inner palace by Ratan Kanwar, followed by their half-brother, Akhil, who was three. “We do.” Ratan corrected herself. The dawn had just set on the horizon, and the birds were chirping in the gardens. Ajbante Kanwar had just taken a bath in the private pool and managed to grab her empty flower basket to go to the gardens. Still, before that, she would visit the stables and cowshed, check how Lakshmi was doing with her newborn, and if Bijli was okay with the sudden changes her father had made. Ratan Kanwar’s nagging made her sigh and nod. “Don’t make so much noise so early in the morning.” She scolded them as they followed her, giggling and skipping down the hall behind her. “Don’t touch the newborn Kunwar Akhil; you will scare Lakshmi.” The familiar alarmed voice made Kunwar Partap stop gathering hay as he placed them down, wiped his forehead and glanced over his shoulder at the cowshed. There was some g...
An outtake to be read after reading all the chapters of Protibimbo. T he men of the house don’t care for the happiness of the women. Nonibala Debi drew such an inference as she spoke her heart out to Mukhopadhyay Ginni. She gasped a little at her words, taking the Paan Nonibala Debi offered her, subtly eyeing the newly married daughter-in-law who had accompanied her to the Gangopadhyay house. It was winter, and Nonibala Debi’s firstborn was back from college while the others were enjoying the winter vacation. She was pestering her husband for a Choruibhati for the children, where the Mukhopadhyays could also join in the merriment. The boys would cook, letting her relax with the timid, homely wife of Sergeant Animesh Mukhopadhyay, who barely went out of her home and preferred to stay within the boundaries that her husband drew for her. For a change, she looked interested in the prospect, perhaps because of the children. It was painful for them both to manage their pack during the ho...
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