The Whispering Star
A Book of Modern, Mystical Short Stories
Pamarty Venkataramana
GBP 14,50
GBP 8,99
Format: 13.5 x 21.5 cm
Number of Pages: 108
ISBN: 978-3-99064-344-0
Release Date: 18.02.2021
‘The Whispering Star’ is a collection of short stories with both personal and universal appeal, conveying the philosophy of life as distilled across ages of ancient Indian culture, and as applicable in modern times.
He smiled at the thought of her bewilderment. Dad, on the other hand, would just beam and wink at him. “Attaboy, the spirit of freedom always courted such adventures,” Dad would declare…
He did not notice when he fell asleep but was awakened by the sound of musical trinkets and anklets of dancers. It was, he noticed, around 3 a.m. Local time on his wristwatch. But the lamps were no longer alight. The darkness around was dispelled by a group of luminous lights dancing in a circle around the Deity in the sanctum sanctorum. They appeared to be tall, lean, mesmerisingly enchanting, lovely, beautiful, and you could sense the joy, happiness and brightness of the atmosphere brought about by these ‘figures’! All the seven (or nine? Or were they eleven?) he could sense were ‘feminine forms’! Oh, the beauty of the sight was one to behold forever, a real treasure. Laser beams couldn’t compare with these spirited, glowing lights!
Oh, the thought sent a chill down his spinal cord and he shut his eyes in fright of the unknown. His mind suddenly turned about face! What in the holy smokes was he doing in some primitive land alone, stranded in the middle of the night, and why could it not be ghosts in a spooky old building made of cobblestones, marble stone and rock? Did he blunder by venturing out, against his parents’ caution, to a primitive land? Was he ever going to return home to the free world, safe and sound?
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He did not notice when he fell asleep but was awakened by the sound of musical trinkets and anklets of dancers. It was, he noticed, around 3 a.m. Local time on his wristwatch. But the lamps were no longer alight. The darkness around was dispelled by a group of luminous lights dancing in a circle around the Deity in the sanctum sanctorum. They appeared to be tall, lean, mesmerisingly enchanting, lovely, beautiful, and you could sense the joy, happiness and brightness of the atmosphere brought about by these ‘figures’! All the seven (or nine? Or were they eleven?) he could sense were ‘feminine forms’! Oh, the beauty of the sight was one to behold forever, a real treasure. Laser beams couldn’t compare with these spirited, glowing lights!
Oh, the thought sent a chill down his spinal cord and he shut his eyes in fright of the unknown. His mind suddenly turned about face! What in the holy smokes was he doing in some primitive land alone, stranded in the middle of the night, and why could it not be ghosts in a spooky old building made of cobblestones, marble stone and rock? Did he blunder by venturing out, against his parents’ caution, to a primitive land? Was he ever going to return home to the free world, safe and sound?
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