You know, it’s not the distance or time,
tides of water and wind that made you drift
apart, the river’s the same, the skyline
a little changed, the nightfall is as swift,
the newspaper man calls round like before
everything as it was, untouched. You stepped
away, one step and two, a thousand more
and a hazy mist of gold and green swept
you up on eagle wings into its heights.
Startled you, didn’t it? when you gripped
it? did thin and hazy have the right
to feel that solid? didn’t fit the script.
Even back then you knew, it wasn’t the tideor the distance; the change’s always inside.
I wanted to tell you (again!) about this multi-author anthology available now at Amazon and Flipcart and Sapna and Indistore. In case you don't have the foggiest, it happened sometime ago - this is the result of the Get Published contest by Indiblogger and Harper Collins India. Two story ideas were submitted by me through this very blog, and one of them - At the End of the Parade - made the final cut, and is now part of this book. Nine stories from nine vibrant young Indian writers and one from yours truly! :)