LUCID INTUITIONS

Had she smiled, the world would sigh with contentment. Had she laughed, the world would laugh with her. Had she cried, the world would come with handkerchief to wipe away the tears. Gaja Lakhsmi a woman of forty had shoulder length jet black hair; long lashes had beautifully framed her brown eyes. A straight nose, it was safe to say that years had enhanced her beauty. She dressed in a red salwar kameez was steering the fresh lime water, it was her remedy for Raman’s hangover. She took the glass and entered the bedroom and placed it on the side table. Gaja bit her lower lip naughty admiring Raman’s muscular bare torso who had returned last night after a heavy night of drinking. A mere look at Raman’s broad shoulder and strong hands aroused in her the sensation which she had experienced on their first encounter when he came looking for shelter, Why had she taken a complete stranger in her home? Was it the want of a man? She smiled at the doubts these questions used to cause but no...

A quiet and peaceful colony enveloped by oak and deodar trees glowed in the evening sun. Birds flew majestically against the open sky made for a scenic view. The beautiful park positioned in the middle surrounded by small but beautiful constructed colourful house gave it a middle class feel. Toddlers wheeled their bicycle and tricycle, couples strolled and elderly people relaxed at the park benches. A game of cricket was also in progress among the children of the locality.  “Minto... Minto...throw the ball” said Chinu waiting for the ball at the bowling end wanting to quickly break the stumps as the runner was still a few feet short of the crease. Minto picked up and threw the ball in one fluid motion. Chinu kept his calm collected the ball and smashed the wickets. All the children in unison shouted “howzat” and looked at the umpire in anticipation. The sun shone brightly which had given the residents of Government Colony a chance to spend their evening outside rather than in...

The perennial rains had enveloped the Himalayan range which was the life source of plantation and humans alike. The fertile land and the picturesque view housed many towns amidst its fold. It was one such town which was uncontaminated from the new world and its people of pure heart and virgin intentions. Inspector Manhas was a admiring the scenic beauty a gift from the Himalayas. The natural carpet of pine, deodar and oak trees, plantations of varies kinds, lush green fields, and the Yamuna River replenishing and making it greener. He took a sip of the Darjeeling tea and captured the awe inspiring view in his eyes from his veranda relaxing on his grey sofa. Manhas’s mobile phone ranged which disturbed his daily ritual and reluctantly he pressed the receive button, “Inspector Manhas” he said. Manhas listened patiently for some moments, “What? Murder!” he said. Murder the word froze his body , a murder that to in our town. “Sir” the voice said which broke Manhas’s daze,...

He closed his eyes to calm the whirlpool of thoughts brewing inside his brain that resisted his peace. The deliberation had scared him so deeply that if true would shake the very foundation of his existence. He eased his back and rested his head on the head-rest. Opening the drawer he took out a strip of aspirin, popped a tablet in the mouth and flushed it down with water. He had completed lawyer’s duties to the best of his abilities; presented his argument and submitted the proofs to the court there was nothing more he could do other than wait for the honorable judge to present his verdict.     Subconsciously tapping his fingers on the office table his mind transported him back to the day when Mr Rameshwar Saran first came to his office. His first intention was to decline taking up the case but what prompted him in accepting it was the humility and humbleness of the man. If you won’t then who will help us, these words stuck so deep that he decided to take up the...

A big thank you to all the reader, my blog “Lucid Intuitions” has completed its first month. 16th May 2015 was the date of “Lucid Intuitions” inception, so this post is going to be my way of expressing gratitude to each and every one of you. Thank you for taking the time to share in my thoughts and adding some of your own. Thank you for being so encouraging and supportive of my writing. Let’s begin by telling a few things about myself, my name is Gaurav Goswami, age 35 years born and brought up in the city of Jammu, Jammu and Kashmir State, India. I am a Post Graduate in Communication and have worked in the film and television industry. Of course, at the planning stage I was not clear to what content would constitute the blog, and after much deliberation and discussions I settled on three topics; short stories fiction (500-600 words), news features (my views on the current news) and poems (putting thoughts in words how I feel at that time). The reason for venturing ...