Little Black Book

Once upon a time, not too long ago, there was a young girl named Lucy. Now Lucy had really long black hair, which she used to oil every Sunday and then take bath in hot water. She used to love her long black hair. She used to put clips and beads in her hair. She used to sway her head, left and right, left and right, left and right and loved the way her hair moved left and right, left and right. One day, she was walking back from school as she recited the alphabets out aloud, in a sing song manner. Dressed in sky blue skirt, her hair tied in a ponytail, black shoes with shiny silver buckles. ‘A for Apple. B for Bat. C for Cat. D for… D for… Dog… A for apple. B for Bat. C for cat. D for Dog…’ As she skipped and jumped and walked, her hair swishing and swaying along with her happy little steps, she saw something sparkle on the side of the road, where the grass grew as high as her knees. She stopped skipping and jumping. It shined again, bright as the sun in the afternoon when...

Working on a new writing project. But, as always I am unsure of what it is that I am working. So... putting this up on here. Not like anybody actually is going bother reading. Anyway, enough of the emoness. Following is the gist of the story I intend on writing. What if the greatest Indian tale ever told, Mahabharata, was not narrated by time or by some hearsayer? What if Mahabharata didn’t have any of the nonsense involving gods, myths and fantastical elements used to hide the true horrific nature of its characters? What if it was just a story about a really powerful family and its power hungry and manipulative family members? What if…      What if Ganesha was an advanced speech to text software? What if the oldest character in the story of Mahabharata, Pitamah Bhishma, was beginning to recount the tale of Mahabharata to expose his past and his ancestors to tell the real story, under the guise of V. Vyas? And what if somebody was trying to kill him?   ...