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“Façade. One, simple word. But, very complex portents. It’s like living a life of half-dead. You are neither fully inside a grave, nor completely out of it, beyond the oppressive calmness of the slabs, tombstones and plaques. There is one solace though, you soon discover that you are not alone in the vast graveyard of the half-dead. This is what Kamini soon realized when she plunged herself back into the world that the destiny had conspired her to inherit.”
― Don's wife
― Don's wife
“Was it a moment of indecision or was it a moment of redemption. Redemption long overdue and long unacknowledged? They didn’t know. He suddenly went at her mouth and she claimed it as if it was never supposed to be elsewhere.
It was stormy. It was fierce. His manhood shafted through his loose night pajamas challenging her even beyond the thickness of her bath robe, which was cast aside in one unsparing sweep of his hand, revealing the quavering ripeness of her fulsome breasts. After a moment of awe, he went at them with unquenched ferocity.
First he devoured her there itself, against the wall, on the carpet. Within moments their frenzied hands tore away each other’s underpants with unapologetic fury and then in one smooth motion of a dancer’s lucidity, he lifted her and like a great performer of an opera, placed her on the bed. The inviting altar of desire and passion and longing. Now as they claimed each other, there was unhurried fluidity in their motion. Tears of pain and love in their eyes. Ecstasy of carnal compatibility in their fusion. Symphony of sensuality in their strokes and when he finally exploded inside her, she had gone aflame with matching uncontrollability.
It was a heavenly union which in one go had robbed them of their beings, their earth, their universe, their past, their present, their future. In one instant, they had undone what was done and had done what was ‘not done’.”
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It was stormy. It was fierce. His manhood shafted through his loose night pajamas challenging her even beyond the thickness of her bath robe, which was cast aside in one unsparing sweep of his hand, revealing the quavering ripeness of her fulsome breasts. After a moment of awe, he went at them with unquenched ferocity.
First he devoured her there itself, against the wall, on the carpet. Within moments their frenzied hands tore away each other’s underpants with unapologetic fury and then in one smooth motion of a dancer’s lucidity, he lifted her and like a great performer of an opera, placed her on the bed. The inviting altar of desire and passion and longing. Now as they claimed each other, there was unhurried fluidity in their motion. Tears of pain and love in their eyes. Ecstasy of carnal compatibility in their fusion. Symphony of sensuality in their strokes and when he finally exploded inside her, she had gone aflame with matching uncontrollability.
It was a heavenly union which in one go had robbed them of their beings, their earth, their universe, their past, their present, their future. In one instant, they had undone what was done and had done what was ‘not done’.”
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“Politeness can at once be the indifferent affliction of the ‘civilized’ as well as a subterfuge for the designed offence.”
― Don's wife
― Don's wife
“How do you tell a young girl in her formative years that the real value, real wealth is only in acquisition of knowledge through higher education? In caring for the downtrodden as well as the learned. In committing yourself to the matters of culture and creativity, when your own life has been complete antithesis of the same?”
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“Most ordinary mortals, mistake money or visualize money in its physical form - as coins or currency. Thus they begin counting it, hoarding it and hiding it behind faceless numbers and faceless vaults in anonymous places all over the world. They value money for its form or the form of the acquisitions it is able to have - properties, jewellery, clothes, food etc. But the real connoisseur of money knows that its true value is elsewhere. It’s in the simple though propitious word, ‘influence’.”
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“Ambition! A simple word, yet so many multi-prognostics! At the outset, it arouses an array of positive emotions; zeal, success, energy, rise, achievement, forward, bright, shining, higher, respect etc. But there is another side too; defeat, listless, failure, slump, disgrace…and such.”
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
“None moved even a fraction. They could be the statues of a couple; their bodies glistening with a post-coital sheen, yet their eyes emptied of any orgasmic translucence. There was instead, a fear in them. An unspecific fear.”
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
“One of the fascinating features of politics is that you never move in straight lines. Often you do it laterally. Also, you never lose sight of the long-term goals, whatever be the immediate temptations.”
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
“The shared torment of two separate individuals at the hands of their marital partners has a strange capacity to act as the glue for the bruised souls of both.”
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
“And when in almost a conspiracy to plunder upon the revered norms of civilised society, nature itself becomes the provocateur, the raging tide of emotions manifesting into a physical expression is often the inevitability and elements like morality, ethics and loyalty an easy casualty. It was one such night.”
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
“Seven minutes later, the final recipe for recovery of the great nation was read out to him when he stood, bending over the coffee table in front of the two financial doctors, while the water still dripped onto the carpet from the wet bath towel wrapped around the waist of the new Prime Minister of India.”
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling
― Minister’s Mistress - Not only the sins come calling




