Jaipur Trilogy Novels & Stories

Purple flowers adorned the grass here and there and a small sparrow sat in ambush, perched atop a small bush, waiting for the juiciest grasshopper to wander its way. Jyotsna was a regular eleven year old and was as white as marble and as thin as a twig. Her father had a day job and was a part time community priest. An eternal Brahmin, he was proud of his ‘Gotra’, the lineage. They descended from the great seer, Rishi Kashyap in whose honor the Indian state of Kashmir was named.

But thankfully, their husbands returned on time and took them into their arms, whispering sweet nothings into their ears as they held them. I looked down at my hands that were covered in Tia’s blood. How desperately I wanted to turn back time so I could tell Tia just how big of a fool I was to let her go. She meant more to me than anything in the world and yet I had been scared that she might become like Marian. There was nothing similar between the two women. Tia was too kind, too good to be anything like the selfish woman who was my ex-wife. How could I even have compared the two in the first place? I don’t know how long I just sat there, waiting, praying, before someone held a cup in fron