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The Tales Next Door The Station Artist
It was a hot summer afternoon in New Delhi. The railway station was abuzz with people, flies, mosquitoes, dirt. Yet, the station always had that sense of excitement, of energy, of anticipation of people traveling to meet their loved ones, to visit new places, and to attend some family function. Even those who went every day for work and moved about with a sense of urgency, never looking around unlike the vacation travellers, gave the station a vibrance, a sense of importance.Amidst the hustle and bustle of the travellers, eager to reach their destinations, on platform number five, sat Sita with her mother on a dirty piece of rag, a bowl with a few coins in front of them. The corner which they had chosen today was not very good. It was away from the exit route which most passengers used. Only a few stray people came their way, the ones who had to wait and could not find a bench to sit closer to the platform's center.The corner had red paan spit stains and smelled of
The Tales Next Door About the Author
About the AuthorBorn amidst the picturesque Himalayan mountains in India, Ranjana has been influenced by the rural and urban life she has experienced. Her characters, while imaginary, are people we meet in everyday life. As a child, Ranjana excelled in academics and holds a Bachelor of Technology degree in Computer Science. She also holds a diploma in Management of Business Administration from IIM Indore, one of the prestigious institutions in India. She spent over a decade working in the corporate sector as a finance, strategy and planning professional before deciding to pursue her dream of being an author. She also has a blog, www.intelligentparent.com where she shares her parenting experience as a mother of an eight-year-old boy and as a professional who has worked for many years in the education sector.
The Tales Next Door Made For Each Other
A young man was sitting in a corner table of the Chinese restaurant in Connaught Place, New Delhi. He glanced at his phone after every few minutes, swiping it up and down with his fingers. He looked up and turned his gaze towards the door. He was tapping his feet incessantly. Placing his phone on the table, he began drumming with his fingers.The waiter approached the table with the menu. The man pointed to the coffee.“One coffee? Black?” asked the waiter.The man nodded.He was a handsome young man with a wheatish complexion and a square jaw. His deep-set black eyes and thick eyebrows gave him a look of being intelligent and perceptive. He had short wavy black hair. His strong muscular biceps were conspicuously visible through his T-shirt.He picked up his phone again and checked his messages. He shook his head - nothing new.“Hi,” came a sweet musical voice. “I am Tia. You must be Kabir. I hope I haven’t kept you waiting for too long,” said Tia extending her ha
The Tales Next Door The Invisible Gift
Adi stopped for breath behind a large banyan tree. He took in long gasps of air and peered behind him. There was no movement, no sound of twigs breaking under the men's feet, no sound of crushing dry leaves. He sank on the ground, his legs aching from running so fast. Sweat dripped down from every part of his body, and his face felt as if it was on fire.He sat under the tree for some more time, to make sure that he had lost his pursuers. He listened intently. All he could hear were the birds chirping as they flew back towards their nest and the buzzing of insects. It was only now that he realized that he had been bitten on his arms, and there were large red swollen spots in a few places. He scrutinized them.“Not to worry,” he thought to himself. These were simple insect bites. He looked around for the antidote, the plant his father had told him about during their visits to this forest innumerable times. He plucked the leaves, crushed them in his palms, and applied t
The Tales Next Door Friendship
The old woman lay on her bed, unable to move a single muscle. Slowly and painfully, she turned her head.A brown dog, of no particular breed, was sitting by her bedside, looking at her with sad, brown eyes. When he saw her turning her head, he moved a little closer, touching her cheek with his soft, cold nose. Slowly and with some difficulty, she smiled, which accentuated the wrinkles on her thin face. She tried to raise her hand to pat him, but her strength gave way, and her hand fell limply by the bed.As if in total sync with the woman’s feelings, the dog quietly moved towards her hand and bent his head a little, so that her fingers, which were slightly outstretched and out of the boundaries of the bed, touched his furry little head. She stroked his fur, dragging her thin fingers gradually over his head. She was overcome with love,sadness and she closed her eyes. A single teardrop escaped as she pressed her eyelids shut. This dog had helped her weave the threads of
The Tales Next Door The Taxi Ride
John had been driving a taxi in New Delhi since the day he got his driver's license when he turned 18 years old. Well, officially since then. In reality, he had been driving since he was 16 years old, long before everyone had GPS enabled smartphones. He knew every road and every street in the big metropolis. Even now, he used the maps only to give comfort to the passengers. He trusted his own instincts better than the map. He knew which routes were better at what time of the day. He knew which roads to avoid if it was a festival or a public holiday. With John, you could be assured that he would take you to your destination in the shortest possible time.John loved driving. He had recently bought a new car, and he loved it like his own child. He cleaned it himself, dusted the seats, put images of Gods of all religions on his dashboard, and lit some incense every morning.Meeting new passengers was a delight for him, most of the time, at least. Like most taxi drivers, h
The Tales Next Door The Perfect Alibi
JD was sitting at the bar, enjoying a whiskey after a long day at the police station. This had become his favorite haunt after the office. Whenever he wanted to relax and spend some time alone, this was the place for him. It was not one of those fancy bars and restaurants with bright perfumed rooms and smart waiters. It was a good old-fashioned bar. The semi-dark room, with muted neon lighting, the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the aroma of various liquor, the unpretentious wooden furniture, and plain walls, was more relaxing to JD than any other place.The bartender knew him well and prepared his regular whiskey and soda as soon as he saw him enter the door. Not many people from the station came over to this bar since it was a little out of the way. As a matter of fact, not many other people, in general, came to this bar. It suited JD perfectly as he could spend some time in peace.JD liked to spend the evenings alone, without talking to his colleagues or peopl
The Tales Next Door Killer Virus - 17
Sam and Tina were driving to work, making their way through the slow Mumbai traffic. The news was playing on the radio. The last week had been full of information about a virus that had supposedly infected many people in New York. There was no known cure and no idea of how it spread. They had named it KV17, which the media had renamed ‘Killer Virus – 17’.“We all need to be careful. Viruses can get out of control very fast,” said Sam with a furrowed brow.“You worry too much,” said Tina, smiling. “Mumbai is far from New York. In any case, I’m sure it is only a gimmick to get a higher viewership by the news channels. ‘Killer Virus’ indeed! For all you know, it might be a new type of flu.” Tina rubbed her hands together. The car’s air conditioner always did that to her, but she liked a low temperature. Her nose had started turning a little red. Sam looked at her and smiled. “My little Rudolf,” he teased as they entered the airport premises.Tina kissed Sam as she climb
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