Story time with Manju

  Disclaimer: This story is based on an old folklore, however is not factual. The origin of Wine as per this story is purely fictional. Being a microbiologist by training and a romantic at heart , this story has been woven by me. ——————————————————— GOBLET OF JOY  This is a tale of a sun kissed kingdom in ancient Persia, a tale woven with despair and an unexpected delight.   It was a time of opulence and splendor, ruled by the legendary King Jamshed, a sovereign both revered and feared. His court was filled with vibrant harem ladies, each vying for his attention, but one stood out—Shahrzad, known for her beauty , delicate like the white jasmine flowers, she was an epitome abundant grace and elegance . Her beauty was both subtle and striking , evoking feelings of admiration and reverence in the on looker . Her laughter was similar to the tinkling of wind chimes. King Jamshed was totally smitten by her beauty and grace .  However, one fateful day,King Jamshed, ang...

  The safe haven Nestled along the picturesque shoreline, Mai's seaside cottage radiated warmth and charm. Its weathered grey wooden exterior was beautifully complemented by thatched roofs crafted from coconut branches and clay tiles. The front porch featured a traditional swing, perfect for evenings spent with family and friends, enjoying breathtaking sunsets while savoring plates of Dadpe Pohe, adorned with generous sprinkles of fresh coconut and coriander. Lanterns hung gracefully from the beams, inviting guests to relax and listen to the soothing sound of waves lapping at the shore. The salty breeze drifted through the large open windows, framing a stunning view of the glistening ocean. Mai lived alone after the loss of her beloved husband. Her daughter, Mira, had married into a neighboring village and often visited with her husband and two young daughters, bringing light and laughter to the peaceful cottage. Her son, Vikas, had left home at the tender age of 18 in search of be...

  BORROWED WINGS Memories are always embedded in our subconscious mind and they have a strange way of popping up to the forefront, maybe as a dream or just as a thought . Some memories are good and make one feel happy, while some leave you feeling uncomfortable and sad.  One such happy memory    popped up in my mind ,one night ,in my semi slumber state .  It was a nice bright ,windy ,sunny summer morning. I had gone for a vacation with my family to Manali . All of us being the adventurous type, decided to venture out and try the thrilling sport of Paragliding at the Solang Valley in Manali . My husband and two daughters were very eager and excited, while I was a little wary and unsure of myself. Although I take pride in my adventurous spirit, I am a little bit nervous doing adventurous activities where    my legs don’t touch the ground ( I am so grounded you see 😃). We reached the Paragliding station by rope way only to be told that due to the gusty w...