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 Nikhil Chopra rekindles the ghosts of our landscapes
-[http://www.nikhilchopra.net/home/?p=165]
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 His friend laughed. A young woman had come to the passing out event, the Governor’s sister or sister in law, in a frilled dress with light flowers.. like these, somewhat bloodless flowers, of extreme delicacy.
-Kamala seemed fascinated with white women, would often ask him details, ask curious questions.
+Kamala seemed fascinated with white women, would often ask him details, ask curious questions. They came in- a carriage?? He would make up some things for her, and as he made up, the white woman became even prettier, finer, more delicate and distant, air
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		+	It is getting hot and Dhundhi walks to college everyday, on wide British roads, past latticed British buildings. Laburnum Road it is called. And the trees are light with mauve flowers, all the green gone, only light blossoms everywhere. All along the road and pavement, wilting fine membranes of purple, like jamuns, but so much softer, gentler. Dhundhi has a friend, a dark young man who looked at these soft flowers once and wondered what white women tasted like. Not very different from our Konkanasts, I imagine, thought Dhundi. White skin, light eyes, but with a different air, lighter food, lighter clothes.. almost air, maybe, except for the lips, making love with them might feel like tasting some air?
		+	His friend laughed. A young woman had come to the passing out event, the Governor’s sister or sister in law, in a frilled dress with light flowers.. like these, somewhat bloodless flowers, of extreme delicacy.

		+	Kamala seemed fascinated with white women, would often ask him details, ask curious questions.
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 O mighty cloud capable of carrying immense quantities of water… Soar into the sky with your face turned northwards, dear meghadoota. Begin your journey, O meghadoota, by sprinkling rain on the parched earth. The fragrance of wet earth will spread happiness among the country men and women. They will take to their fields singing joyously.
 Soon, you’ll see the Amrakuta (Amarkantak) mountain, beautifully decked in a skirt of orange and green. Its slopes will be covered with thick groves of Amra, heavy with ripe fruit.
- When you grow tired of being light and airy, drink generously of the Reva till you become full and heavy. Majestically, sail over mountains and plains, showering rain and bringing joy to all living things. The green and brown kadamba buds will spread out their petals as soon as the rain water touches them; The bees will go to the kadhamba, attracted by the fragrance of the fresh blossoms; The deer will gather in groups on the marshy river banks, eager to feast on the fresh kandhali leaves; “The elephant herds that love the smell of wet earth, especially aromatic after a dry spell, will be excited at your arrival.
+When you grow tired of being light and airy, drink generously of the Reva till you become full and heavy. Majestically, sail over mountains and plains, showering rain and bringing joy to all living things. The green and brown kadamba buds will spread out their petals as soon as the rain water touches them; The bees will go to the kadhamba, attracted by the fragrance of the fresh blossoms; The deer will gather in groups on the marshy river banks, eager to feast on the fresh kandhali leaves; “The elephant herds that love the smell of wet earth, especially aromatic after a dry spell, will be excited at your arrival.
 In due course, you’ll reach Vidisha. Drink deep of the sweet waters of the river Vetravati (Betwa) there and settle down to rest on one of the small, nameless hills. The anonymous hill will be thrilled playing host to a majestic cloud such as you!
 The women will dry their hair with frankincense after their bath and the smoke given off by the incense will add to your size and colour. You’ll appear so imposing and dark that even Siva’s attendants will look at you in admiration. Your blue-grey complexion will remind them of their master, whose neck had turned blue when he had consumed a deadly poison called kalakoota.
- Moving briskly, sail over Dasapura and Kurukshetra. As your shadow darkens Kurukshetra, pay obeisance to that great battlefield. It was there that the great archer, Arjuna, rained arrows that made his enemies writhe like the lotuses that tremble under your heavy showers.
+Moving briskly, sail over Dasapura and Kurukshetra. As your shadow darkens Kurukshetra, pay obeisance to that great battlefield. It was there that the great archer, Arjuna, rained arrows that made his enemies writhe like the lotuses that tremble under your heavy showers.
 Then come to rest on the Himalayas. Enjoy your rest on the mountain of snow, made fragrant by the musk of the Tibetan musk deer. Suddenly, there could be a conflagration. Frequently in these thick forests of sarala pine and bamboo, the branches rub against each other and the friction gives rise to a flame when the wind blows. Quickly shower down your waters in thousands of jets and extinguish the fire.
 With these words the yaksha ended his soliloquy. No sooner had he finished than a gentle breeze began to blow; the chataka bird, which feeds only on raindrops that fall fresh from the clouds, began a happy song; rows of cranes appeared in the sky as if to attend on the cloud; and Indra’s magnificent, multi-coloured bow added a sparkle to the dark grey cloud, like the colourful peacock feather adding colour to the dark complexioned Krishna. The cloud messenger, the meghadoota, soared into the sky and the yaksha’s spirits soared with it. He saw the good omens all around and felt sure his message would be delivered...

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 Malka Jaan, Gauhar's mother, becomes a published wrier with 'Makhzan e Ulfat e Malka' or 'Treasures of Malka's love'. Malka Jaan also buys a mansion in Chitpur Road, which becomes the stage for many Mehfils.
 Gauhar's coming of age ceremony which turns grotesque and then grim, in the mansion. She is sent away and returns, having delivered a still born child.
 Malka pushes her out of her misery and sends her to the Darbhanga Darbar to perform a solo. She makes a huge success, and begins writing and composing independently as 'Humdum' and 'Gauhar Piya'

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	Malka Jaan, Gauhar's mother, becomes a published wrier with 'Makhzan e Ulfat e Malka' or 'Treasures of Malka's love'. Malka Jaan also buys a mansion in Chitpur Road, which becomes the stage for many Mehfils.		Malka Jaan, Gauhar's mother, becomes a published wrier with 'Makhzan e Ulfat e Malka' or 'Treasures of Malka's love'. Malka Jaan also buys a mansion in Chitpur Road, which becomes the stage for many Mehfils.
	Gauhar's coming of age ceremony which turns grotesque and then grim, in the mansion. She is sent away and returns, having delivered a still born child.		Gauhar's coming of age ceremony which turns grotesque and then grim, in the mansion. She is sent away and returns, having delivered a still born child.
		+	Malka pushes her out of her misery and sends her to the Darbhanga Darbar to perform a solo