The Blue Haveli

She stood at a distance, looking at the dilapidated building that had intrigued her ever since she was a kid. Mamta had had no friends ever since she was a kid. Things had not changed yet.

Therefore, whenever she felt lonely she used to come and stand right there gazing at the blue splendour. They said that this place had been cursed and so no one ever ventured as far as Mamta did. She had been told to do the same but her curiosity had led her to locate the breach in the fence of the adjoining farm and come here as often as possible.

The White Illusion, or Reality

Barren white land 
serene, austere, plain 
with no start or end. 
No curves, no crevices, no mounds 
not snow, not grass 
only White.... 

And there, in the centre, 
centre of nowhere.. 
sits a humped lass 
with no company; 
not even the shadow. 
The empty whiteness of the land 
reflected in her face, 
making her so pale.