Oceans of Loneliness, I, 2- Now on Amazon! Part 3 coming Soon..

Hello friends!

Thank you for your immense support for making my feelings a 'Best Seller' !!!

This SHORT STORY 'OCEANS OF LONELINESS: THE DELUGE: A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SAGA' is dedicated to those who are being continuously cheated on the paths of life-their plain, beautiful souls though tattered look forward to a beautiful life beckoning-tempting them once again to give it a second, maybe third or fourth chance! Do you agree? Should they?

This is a heart moving short story of a woman who though beaten on the path of life, never gives up.. She goes on with the flow of time and finally makes time bow to her!

This is Priya's story- her dreams, her love, her realities and the extreme tortures she faces in life...

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PART THREE IS COMING SOON...LET THE FEELINGS RIPEN...

Rashmi.

The unforgettable Sin: Pulkasein II and his lost love

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“Behave my lord!”

“Why are you asking me to behave Arundhati, didn’t you sleep with me?” He asked defiantly.

“His Majesty, your horse, take your horse and fly. Chariot can be dangerous. Soldiers- start! After His Highness! Give him cover! His Highness, do not delay, every second is precious!

“Pulkasein is not a coward!” The Black Emperor roared and with a jerk pushed Arundhati on the dance floor! Arundhati fell like a dry leaf on the painted floor. “I will fight till my last breath,” he shouted back.

Veervishnu could not do anything but to agree. The entire hall had become a fighting ground. There was dust, smoke with vision getting blurred as the candles and torches were being put off by the wind and people.

The magnificent walls of the Ajanta caves were groaning at time’s sluttish play. Arundhati was still sitting dumfounded on the floor with many people treading over her. Her satin smooth silken body was rummaged in dust. Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms lifting her up and placing her over a big build horse. “And did you really think, I would leave you?” an unmistakable male voice questioned her.

“But why are you saving me?” she whispered back lamely, her limbs were bleeding by then…

“Because, I love you! My love is for always Sangini. This is not only for this birth. You may take your revenge now- kill me-kill me Arundhati because my Sangini could never kill me,” he said jumping on the horse beside her and fleeing. The situation was out of control and he did not want to be held a captive.

“I know you cannot. We will live or die together….” He breathed at her neck and the horse galloped...galloped away taking the lovers and hiding them in the darkness of the night.

“And the queen?” she questioned seeking refuge in her lover’s arms.

“She was never mine. She has her State.” And the horse raced into oblivion leaving behind dead, groaning, ailing, fighting, hurt, crying men and women……






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BREATHTAKING EXTRACT - The Untold Story of Arundhati and The Black Emperor-The Sluttish Time

........forgot all about her dreams and ethics and went on being kissed by a man who was not only married but who had come to trap her for his master. Her innocent love was asking for more, longing for more as Surya drowned in a sea of passion and lust, lifted her up and placed her softly on the velvety raised wooden platform, meant for seating purposes of the guests. The evening was getting darker and it was the time for Arundhati’s Guru to arrive but both were absorbed in each other’s arms, oblivious of all happenings. They were frantically exploring each other’s body and all boundaries broke when Surya in a stroke removed the silken perfumed cloth of the girl’s bosom. “Aaaah”, crying Arundhati came forward to meet her experienced lover’s violently searching hands-her hair damp with sweat and an unknown fervor of unmatched passion. She seemed like that wave of ocean trying to reach its shore-its destination! She was that ship which in a dark night covered by passionate clouds was trying to find its anchor… trying to find its harbor-Surya… who could never be her!


Arundhati’s Guru did come but by then it was too late. He could not save his most beautiful but defiant student from the fangs of cruel and unpredictable fate. Arundhati had already sailed on a path sealed with destruction, devastation and doom…
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“My son is thirteen and we are having a happy life…” the woman clad in a hand woven elegant silk saree spoke elegantly. She was dusky, of medium height and full body.

“Why have you come here? I am not able to understand what you are saying either. Speak directly”, the addressed girl with a scintillating personality bedecked in silver and gold jewels asked haughtily. She was getting ready for her lover and her evening dance.

“I have come to know about your relationship with Suryakant, the most trusted noble of our king”, the woman speaking to the dancer continued with grace.

The dancer looked with a jerk at the woman speaking and then at the charioteer who had brought her there. The chariot had a flag with an emblem of the Chalukyan king’s army.

“May I know, why do you ask such a personal question? And even if I am in a relationship with him, why are you bothered? But if you want to know, I must tell you that very soon we are going to get married”, the girl looked defiantly at the woman standing in front of her, measuring only up to her waist. Defiance had been the master stroke of Arundhati’s personality.

“But he will never marry you”, the dusky woman again spoke determinedly.
“Will you please excuse me? I do....
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What do you know about me?

Hey All

Hope you all are doing very well in your lives. I am also doing quite well with my books appealing the public, appeasing and quenching  their thirst of Reading books of Indian authors who write in English.

On 28th of this month I visited the Delhi Book Fair and was at the Pigeon Books Stalls at Pragati Maidan, New Delhi for about two and a half hours. My new book The Untold Story of Arundhati and The Black Emperor ( https://www.facebook.com/The.Sluttish.Time )  was to see its official introduction in the Market. My publisher Mr Kaushal Goyal, though in bed ( he has met with a road accident) had arranged everything beautifully. Posters were made for the book and people were there to see that I was comfortable.

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My daughter Ayushree was my official photographer and must say she did an excellent job by catching moments of my discussion with the intelligent and keen crowd which had thronged!

The best moment of my life there, you can say, which was precious than all the money I have earned till now was when one very simple and sweet looking nurse Jessie, originally belonging to Kerala but working in one of the hospitals in Delhi came to me and told that she had come to the Book Fair especially to meet me!

 Her friends had asked her to buy and read books like one of my earlier fictions 'The Fallen Love 'https://www.facebook.com/The.Fallen.Love1

Critics are you listening? Those who had just reviewed The Fallen Love as an old story put in a new bottle.

Yes, fiction is a dramatization of incidents and events- that is why it is called fiction! What the critics failed to see- back there in Kerala, the devoted nurse community could clearly see..

The critics failed to see what the nurses could see. The nurse community identified themselves with few chapters of this book.

 After she had  gone, I realized, I had very naturally and deftly etched out the lives of nurses, their hard work, their tough lives, their personal losses and their connectivity with their patients! The pain of Sister Sophie and her fifteen years' old daughter who died on the road in front of the heartless public as she met with an accident when chased by a group of hooligans was not felt by these critics who thought my book was just an over exaggeration of sex and some happening in our society! Why if someone has the courage to define everything in an open way- why do you resist ? Why do you want to hide away from some real but crude truths of life? I feel the pain of all and depict it in an open manner... and I DO NOT CARE :)

But thanks Harshita http://isahitya.com/index.php/books/book-review/513-book-review-the-fallen-love-by-rashmi-singh Sonia http://soniareviews.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/book-review-of-the-fallen-love-by-rashmi-singh/  Dr Tanvee and Dr Ashok Ghosh Sir for praising me and realizing that the story is very true to life!

Oh now must talk about another great fan of mine who hailed from U.P. but is settled in Delhi- Mrs Indu Mishra. A true fan in all sense! Bubbly, beautiful and chirpy!

 She had already bought Love's Journey  from Pustak Mahalhttp://www.pustakmahal.com/books/author.php/rashmi-singh/index.html Stalls and was standing at the Pigeon Books',  asking for all my books! It was real delight to see such ferocious readers of my books so close to me!

I have more to write but have my class right now- Will meet soon!

See you

Rashmi :) https://www.facebook.com/Rashmii.S?ref=hl

Waiting for you Ma....

Why is it always have to be  'Ma'?

In my deep slumber, I hallucinated. Dark wings of gloominess had overpowered me as I lay almost unconscious. I could not open my my eyes though I badly wanted to share the humdrum of life.... The medicines were also having a negative effect and I gradually traveled into another world... I wanted to get up and perform my duties but I was unable to do so.. voices of people reverberated in my unconscious mind as I was trying to spring back to life.

Night sank over me and I ventured into a world which wasn't mine... I was traveling in a train and as the train reached its destination, I saw myself  scuffling with my numerous big handbags... all my handbags were there-- purple one, leather one, cloth one and so on, I was fighting with my bags to find a way for myself, when my phone buzzed. My Ma was on the other side. She scolded me for being so lousy and not able to get down at  the platform on time.  " The train will move and you will go ahead. Don't you know that it stops for only few minutes here? I got angry and replied," But I have so many bags with me, don't know from where they have come?"   Just then the train moved. I somehow managed to throw my bags on the platform and jumped out. Once on the platform, my eyes searched my mother but I could not find her. I got irritated. I called her on the number from which her call had come.
"Where are you? I was irritated.

 "I am on the other side of the platform", she replied. 

I got more irritated. "Okay, you reach home, I am coming by a cab", I replied agitated. 

But just then my eyes opened. I was in my bed languishing in high fever groping for medicines and water in the dark... 

I realised.. My Ma has left this world years ago and the bags were my responsibilities which I have to shoulder... I  will have to  perform my duties and wait for another train which will lead to my Ma....

I realised... when you are in pain..  except your Ma, no one  comes to you... I realised, I am desperately waiting for the train which is going to take me to my Ma... Yes, I am waiting to meet her... and will surely meet her...
Rashmi.

The Burnt Braids...

Hey All

Let me share my experience with you, which had once devastated my life.. 

Which had once devastated my crowning glory...

Ohhhhh! I was  only fifteen  and studying in a convent. 

I had to adhere to their strict rules of personal hygiene. My long, golden brown, extremely shiny hair was every day lavishly oiled by my mother and further tied into two neat braids by  my very sweet elder sisters, who kept a close watch on my bags, school rules and general ethics. I hated all this like any other teenager, I always wanted to shampoo and flaunt my lustrous hair... :)

But now I am really grateful to my late mother for seeing personally that my hair was oiled and tied into two neat long beautiful braids, with blue ribbons adorning them. As after decades my hair is still shiny and feels good to touch!

Though at that time, how I had hated all this... ughhhh!!! Oiled braids..Uffff!!

Oh! Oh! I have deviated from the topic.. Yessss I did love my hair and the beautiful braids which my sisters used to make them for me but only in my shampooed hair.   

Yes, what I missed at that time was 

DOVE Split End Rescue Shampoo:http://www.dove.in/en/Products/Hair-Care/Split-Ends-Rescue/Dove-Split-End-Rescue-Shampoo.aspx

 

 

As whenever I had split ends in my lovely braids, I had to cut them short, because Dove had not arrived on the scene :((

Ohhhh! again deviated.

 Okay! Once in my tenth class, when I was a dreamy fifteen, I got the ends of my lovely braids burnt. I was doing a salt test in Chemistry Laboratory and forgot that my beautiful braids were caressed by the blue flames of the Bunsen Burner! 

The caressing was so severe that if one of my friends had not seen the deadly devouring scene, I was a naked skull, that's it! Two of them immediately rushed and literally mashed my braids in their palms. My hair was saved but only half... It took one year from my hair's life:((

But now Dove is there, I trust Dove for all hair problems of my daughter who is seventeen and for myself too:))

I am a successful author and know what is best for my child! 

Whether I make lovely braids or keep my hair open, I have no tension as DOVE IS THERE!

Thank You Dove

Rashmi :)

 

 

 

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"And She Is Good Looking Too...". by Rashmi Singh

"And She Is Good Looking Too...".

A woman is a woman!Yes and I am also one. First comes her appearance then her work :)

She might be very successful but when appreciated for her looks, she loves the most and the same happened with me. 

Today as I was talking to one of the Editors of an online magazine, she told me that Readers often call her up and comment about me   that 'your Columnist writes very well... And she is very good looking too'. Then further she confessed that they are at an advantage as my looks brighten up their page! I did not know how to react on this but one thing was sure that this talk instantly rejuvenated me! From the morning I was down with work pressure. Writing has taken a backseat and I am up to my throat drowned in question papers, answer sheets, sample papers, red pens, roll numbers, Test Series date sheets yellings, shoutings,  cribbings, and  to top it, the routine household work with so many other regular problems. My mind had become numb but what a welcome break this talk was! Thanks Susmita. Luv u :) Thanks for reminding me that I am a normal woman who wants to be appreciated!!!

RASHMI.