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Scene Ten - The Meaning of 'No'

She could have walked the other way. Or she could simply have obeyed him. #novel #nomeansno

Shanti stood at the edge of the bund along the eastern periphery of Ambazari Lake, at two o’clock of a February morning, gazing sorrowfully at the eastward sprawl of Nagpur city. By day, her view would have comprised the brownish yellow roofs of buildings arranged in neat rows all the way to the horizon, interspersed with the vivid colours of treetops – the flamboyant reds of gulmohar, the bright…

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Scene Nine - Polka Dots

Happy to present Scene 9 of my #novel "Many Shades of Black".

Ram was sitting on the floor of his bedroom, his legs spread out before him and his back resting against the wall at an angle. He watched the clock hanging on the opposite wall strike ten, vaguely aware that he was sliding gradually forward over smooth vitrified tiles. Fine specks of dust hovering over the floor caught the mid-morning sunlight that fell in a wide, sloping beam through the open…

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Scene Eight - Finders Weepers

In this eighth scene of the #story, Ram struggles to define "home". #novel #home #livenovel

Standing in the doorway that led from the kitchen to the backyard, Shanti watched Ram’s despondent figure silhouetted against the crimson sky with growing unease. She had set a pressure cooker and a soup pot on the stove behind her. Steam rose and fell from the spout of the pressure cooker, which hissed rhythmically. The pot shivered with a steady clatter; its contents boiled and frothed. The…

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Scene Seven - The Runaway Kettle

We are pleased to present Scene 7 of the #livenovel "Many Shades of Black". I hope you enjoy!

Ram stood at the living room window on the third floor, with his forehead pressed against its iron bars, absentmindedly fidgeting with the latch with which it was held open, surveying the scene on the street below. A flock of crows had collected on the street that ran parallel to the window. Their deafening caws echoed against the walls of apartment buildings as they pecked at each other,…

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Scene Six - Raand, sali

Scene 6 Time wore out her innocence and burdened her dreams with reality... #livenovel #blog

The houses lining the other side of the street, and the tall Ashoka trees that stood along the brick wall that ran the length of the brick wall, cast long shadows over the backyard. Sunlight that slipped through the gaps fell in diagonal stripes in between the shadows and over the lawn and the rose bushes that encircled it. Yellowing leaves of the trees fell from the branches in the summer…

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Evening sunrise

Scene Five is out. We are back in Kolkata this time. I'd love to know what you think about it!

Ram sat awkwardly on the bench, which was a laminated board of wood resting on a frame of iron rods welded together inartistically. He was in the restaurant of Hotel Homely Raj, having been escorted there by the woman from the taxi, who, after unexpectedly taking an interest in his well-being had surmised correctly that he was famished. He trying to make himself as small as he could by tucking…

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Scene 4 - Yellow, yellow...

We are now on the fourth scene of our live novel. Where do you think the story is going?

It was a little before four in the morning. Karuna was kneeling on the floor by her son’s bedside, elbows resting on the mattress, pushing her hair back with one hand, and stroking her son’s thick, curly hair with the other. Light from a bulb in the landing illuminated the right side of her beautiful face. With her liquid eyes, she studied his face, pouting her lips as she blew soundless kisses…

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Scene Three - Solomon Grundy

Scene 3 of my blog novel is now online!

Wednesday evening descended swiftly over the city of Kolkata and with it came an army of clouds marching eastward across the sky to the rhythm of deafening claps of thunder. As people began pouring hurriedly out of office buildings, hoping to reach home before the impending downpour, streets began crowding with traffic and pedestrians. The air filled with the collective rumble of automobile…

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