KhepiAri

 (The part four of my driving lesson)                                                                                                                  Daredevil had to leave Bunny Instructor, Scared Cat and Knowing for the delicate husband she left at home. The lessons were never going to be same for the trio again. The lessons were going to be deprived of adrenaline rush, hence peaceful days seemed near. Knowing being an infrequent learner, mother of Sacred Cat decided to join in for moral encouragement. The ‘omen’ Scared Cat wanted to avoid was sitting in the backseat. Now the rides were no longer taking place in the secured but rule less fields, now the car was running on road. The road which seemed so divine and ethereal few days back was turning into a game of Temple Run. Knowing being born with male brains had smarter understanding of navigation. Whereas Scared Cat found her roads becoming narrow with each passing moment. The world was not going to be same, a new dime

Aghori Book- 4 Writer-   Ram V Artists- Vivek Goel, Gaurav Shrivastav Book four opens in 13 th century in a village, soon we find ourselves in the tantric ceremony of waking up the demon. The demon couldn’t be resurrected and hence the place was sealed and is being protected by the soul of Balnath. Soon we find a lamenting Vira and his desperation to save the one he loves most his son. A drunken Vira soon realises his desire to love his son and save him. Meanwhile our sidekick Ashwin is in search of the Aghori. Ashwin is helped by a silver hair character soon to be launched under HCE. Finally our boy Krona aka Vira’s son is seen with the Twins : Koka and Vikoka. So Krona is our medium standing on the land Balnath’s soul is protecting and Krona is the key to his resurrection. We find Vira waving goodbye to his crow and Ashwin. Vira has accepted his path to protect his son. In next pages we have high action Vira fighting Koka and Vikoka in their true form. Ashwin

(I hope the year gone was wonderful and the year that’s begun will be beyond wonderful. Lately I have not been regularly updating the blog due to miscellaneous reasons. But each reason had its roots and all are happy one. So after nurturing wanderlust for sea for two decades, I have had the taste of saline water all thanks to my crazy elder sister and her equally confused husband- but that’s another tale for another post. Today we have the story of one certain Christmas. The story is written on occasion my elder sister’s belated birthday) One certain not so cold Christmas morning, a city awoke to celebration. The city had no beginning and no ending, it was born when first drop of sweat dried and first bread was baked. It once had a happy name, but like any other city it too changed its name with passage of time. People were born here, fed themselves and left, it was a carnival of actions, emotion and food. The city would embrace every opportunity to cry, shout and celebra