AuthorUsha Raman

beginning of chapter three

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Hullo! the festive mood is on in the beginning of chapter three of my fiction, ‘Ripples Roping Memories. o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-pankh— . Rani is conscious of the blaring note of this popular Hindi song. The song thrills her and fills her with joy. The tune reverberates and Rani skips to hop out of the house. She knows the Vanita Steels corporation have set up the stage for oncoming Navratri...

Video on the end of Chapter II

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Wishing you all a happy spring season! This is a video on the end of chapter 2. Rani’s mother bears the burden of another baby girl, Uma. Mother takes care of Revathi and Uma. She does not allow Rani to lift or carry them because Rani is sick and frail. Both the toddler’s are adamant and are not ready to get down from their mother’s hips. If mother keeps them down on the floor...

video on an episode of chapter II

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Hullo, here I am with the next episode of chapter 2 Paramount High School is cosmopolitan. There are many Punjabis, Sindhis, Christians, Maharashtrians, Malayalis and Goans. One day the class is taken upstairs to a hall in the new building. A horror movie in black and white is shown. Ghosts in white, lifting chairs and shrieks of fear are heard. Rani cannot understand most of it. Rani is not good...

second video on the second chapter of my fiction

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Hullo, I am here with the second video on the second chapter of my fiction. Sagarpur is more of open land, trees, open coastlines and lashing waves of Kathiali sea. Sthaipada has tall palm trees, mango and jackfruit trees- a good lot of wild vegetation. Trees nod to the breeze and the air smells of mango flowers, ripe and unripe dates. There are wild, sweet smelling flowers. Various sounds of...

a video on the beginning of Chapter two of ‘ripples roping memories’

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Wishing you all a happy weekend! Frightened, children wade through flood water under the Kelami bridge in Pehrauli. Whirlpools are formed by swirling water under the bridge. Water seems to roar angrily. Ammi directs children to cross railway lines but some children are attracted by swirling water. Gahanna stands on the concrete wall, watching. Suddenly, Gahanna sees Alifiya slip and fall and she...

A video on the end of chapter one of my fiction.

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Happy days to you all! It is wonderful to watch men from Vanita Steels play volley ball in the evening during weekends. They appear to be tough and full of energy. They are immigrants from all over India and are friends of Rani’s father. Veer Singh and Prem Singh are close friends of Rani’s father. Father takes part in wrestling matches known as ‘kusti’ in Hindi. During...

Third video on ‘Ripples roping memories’

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Nice to be with you all for my third video on ‘Ripples Roping Memories’. Mogra chawl is one of the many chawls in Sthaipada. There are four rows of houses in Mogra chawl. Each row has eight houses. Houses have tiled roofs which are sufficiently high. Houses of the two rows face each other. Some of the houses have fences of trimmed plants in the front yard. After the last house of the...

Second video on my fiction, ‘ripples roping memories’.

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Let us look into incidents which happen before the family shifts to Siddarthnagar. Shimpli is 180 kms. away from Sagarpur. Rani’s father hails from Shimpli and stays with his parents after marriage. While in Shimpli, mother is pregnant and is sent to Meenanagar in Sompur for delivery. She gives birth to a rickety babe because she is not cared for in a joint family. Dad is shocked to see the...

First video on my fiction ‘Ripples roping memories’

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Hi! I hope you will be able to enjoy a fiction of mine, ‘Ripples Roping Memories’ Depletion of forests and greenery is on. Forests and land in the bygone era causes ripples in the mind of Rani who was a resident of Vanavli in Sagarpur. The story ‘Ripples Roping Memories’ is narrated in present tense. Any resemblance to the story, places and characters is a matter of...

the street adolescent

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He is an adolescent Out of home he was sent, Life for him is a blunder, Deprived of father’s love tender, Clothes, ragged and torn, Health in body worn,Split mind has streaks of sanity,Numbed soul, blurred spirituality,Pride inborn swells with fortune,But street adolescent cheers misfortune. His mind has a vacuum, Allowing evil to enter in, He utters, “I am great, Because of tasks done...

Usha Raman