Dust of the Dandelions-pt12A-pg142-5/11

The small doe grazed in the meadowland that was covered with the golden dandelion dust, next to the stream meandering through the valley, she looked about nervously, perking her ears at the smallest noise, geared to flee at the earliest danger. The tall eucalyptus and low lying willows provided gauzy veiling to the needles of the rays of sun that were descending over the ancient hills that stood as silent custodians to the richness of the history.

The mountain wind swept her hair with its usual vitality; the air was an elixir, the freshness of the scent making her feel dizzy. It was the same brook where she waded in, in search of the rounded pebbles with which they played in the absence of expensive toys. There was a time when the dense foliage scared her, but now it just made her feel safe, a sense of peace blanketing her warmly. The crumbling timbers of the tree draped over the brook provided an unsafe bridge to cross over to the other side. An equally crumbling barn stood over, with tumbled remnants of a picketed white fence that was no longer a barrier to the animals that roamed around freely to eat the last vestiges of a garden that saw better days.

As she stepped into the thick layers of the eucalyptus cones and decomposed leaves, the rustle made the doe look up, its entire body stretched like a bow and leaped over the ditch in front and leapt away like the devil was on its heels.

The afternoon was waning like the strength of her fight to keep her family secure, the billows of clouds were changing the color from the color of alabaster to a dark, murky grey black that spelled storm, trouble for the decaying roof that sheltered them.

As she slid down the slope of the grassy ridge, she picked up the tall blade of grass with the yellow dandelion flowers. Amidst the yellow flowers, the pale dried rosettes had snowflakes of dusty whisks of white hair in dozens of round clocks. The gently blowing wind was dispersing the pollen of the dandelions and spreading them in the air, giving it an appearance of falling snow. No wonder the fuzzy cotton like pollen was called the dandelion snow. The name dandelion is derived from the French, dent-de-lion, which is literally "lion's tooth", referring to the sharply-lobed leaves of the plant.

She smiled wanly; the lion's teeth did not really save the flowers from the wrath of the wind and seasons, did they? Bani shivered despite the old cardigan that covered her slight body. It was time to go inside. The fight was far from over. The pollen was shed for a reason, at the turn of the season, the flowers will be back, spreading the hills with their thick, yellow carpets.

Dandelion Flowers in Bloom



Dust of the dried dandelions


Singhania Family Tree
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1 Kedarnath Singhania (Deceased)
1 Saraswati Singhania (Living Matriarch of the family, 80 years old)

2A. Rai Bahadur Singhania and Wife (Deceased):
Elder Son of Saraswati and Kedarnath

3A. Kiran Dixit: (Deceased): Only daughter of Rai Bahadur
Nishikant Dixit (Deceased): Husband of Kiran

4A. Bani (13), Pia (11), Rano(9):
Daughters of Kiran and Nishikanth Dixit


2B. Amarender Singhania and wife (Deceased):
Second Son of Saraswati and Kedarnath

3B1. Shiv Singhania(44):
Son of Amarender, grandson of Saraswati

4B1. Ranvijay(22) and Roshni(20):
Kids of Shiv Singhania

3B2. Shankar Singhania(44):
Son of Amarender, grandson of Saraswati

4B2. Ranveer (19): Son of Shankar Singhania

3B3. Pallavi Deb (24): Daughter of Amarender, married to Aparajit


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Bali Family Tree
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1. Jagdish Bali Married to Biji (Dadi)
2. Aditya Bali (24):
Only son of Jagdish and Biji, married to Jigyasa Walia (22)

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Walia Family Tree
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1. Udai Walia married to Krishna Walia (diseased)
has a mistress Bernali

2A. Jai Walia: Eldest son of Udai walia (20)
2B. Jigyasa Walia: Daughter of Udai Walia (22)
2C. Nachiketh Walia: Second son of Udai Walia, mother not married(2)

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Hi All:

I actually have one more short fiction going at this time, but some how this idea was in my head and I thought I would start it.

For those of you who have already read my fictions and those who like the comedy aspect, I wanted to apologize, because this is more like 'Candle In the Wind' not like 'The Blackmailed bride' or 'An Italian Serenade'.

I hope you will like this, I don't want to give away too much in the prologue, except that it is the strugge of the valiant. Struggle of two courageous spirits fighting against time, circumstances, and evilness of the world to come up and to find solace in each others arms. It is the story of Jai and Bani.

Let me know what you think so far.

As always, I love your feedback and your enormous support for my writing.

Some one had asked me to send links to my earlier FFs, so I put them up here.

Here are the links to my earlier FFs. I am afraid they are my first few and were a little lighter, not as intense as CITW.

Adhuri Zindagi

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/kasamh-se/484491/ff-adhura-zindagi-all-parts-pg1

The Blackmailed Bride

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/kasamh-se/503451/ff-blackmailed-bride-pg-1-all-parts

Candle In The Wind

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/kasamh-se/546789/candle-in-the-wind-note-pg160-new-thread

An Italian Serenade (in Progress - Comedy)

https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/kasamh-se/719293/ff-an-italian-serenade-pt3-pg17-9-28

Originally posted by: dalia123

Great u r back