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On thy wingsI fly as a dandelionCarrying the fragrance of love.  Beside meYou dive likeA stripe of lightningThrough the edges ofInfinite space;You—the infinity of my coveted love.To seize the kingdomOf unseen pleasureAnd to fade awayInto oblivionAnd to remain eternally fulfilledIn the castle of your memories,I tether myself to your banksIn the hopeOf wandering together on the shoresOf unending merriness. 

The Englishman

A young woman learns about discrimination.

"I'm eighteen years old and should be able to make up my own mind." Margaret stood in front of her mirror speaking out loud to herself. "If I knew what I wanted I might be able to do just that." The reflection gazing back at her was that of a young woman. She could accent or neutralize the Indian blood richly flowing through her veins simply by the make-up she wore. Her eyes were her father's, but not so much that the cor...

Tales of Alfadur

The Bunyan Tree, Butterfly and the Traveler

When he was in the land of Indus, Alfadur lived inside a banyan tree in the form of a small butterfly. He never went searching for flowers and never wandered the land and glided on the breeze like ordinary butterflies. His only companion was the tree, the wide, vast and ancient banyan tree. The banyan tree was near the holy river of the Hindus, where the river met the sea of the Arabs. The wooded area surrounding the tree...

Allauddin....Chapter 4

Adeline's adventure in India continues.

Like a cobra which has cast its coils spiralling conch-like three times… the enchantress of the world, slender as a lotus stem, bright as a lightning flash, lies sleeping, breathing softly in and out, murmuring poems in sweet metres, humming like a drunken bee in the petals of the lotus, how brightly her light shines. - From the Sarchakra-nirupanaAdeline had retired from lunch as soon as she had eaten, making excuses that...

Allauddin...Chapter 3

Captain Mackay shares a drink with the delightful Miss Adeline Blandford.

III. Will you conquer my heart with your beauty, my soul going out from afar? Shall I fall to your hand as a victim of crafty and cautious shikar? - Kipling“Of course we never really have time to get away you know, Colonel Peck and I. He is ever so frightfully busy especially at this time of the year. What with government business in its usual state, all we can do is look forward to the occasional regimental or viceregal...