Fire Soul

“Tell me, where is Kanchi, what happened to her?” cried Kalyani grabbing Kesu by the shoulders and shaking him. “She should be lying in the grassland near the Nambi’s mansion” replied Kesu callously. “What do you mean! What happened to her?” screamed Kalyani in utter anguish. “She just got kicked a bit around by the Nambi twins. She should be fine now and on her way back” replied Kesu devoid of any compassion. “And you didn’t help her! What kind of a brother are you?” cried out a shocked Kalyani “There was no way I was going to touch her, she was bleeding. I did not want to touch her and become impure. I am just waiting for father to come back so I can inform him about the grand news. I can’t wait to get my five tolas” said Kesu with a diabolical glee. Upon seeing Kesu’s utter lack of consideration towards his own sister, she lost the last bit of composure she was holding onto, and slapped him repeatedly as she screamed, “You, horrid boy, you cannot be m

The Nambis held a grand feast for the people of Madera every year. Ironically, the feast used the very same produce that had been harvested using the sweat and blood of the villagers. However, a generous amount of liquor served by chosen brothel women was enough for the villagers to forget their contribution and instead appreciate the false lord hood. The women and men feasted separately, by and large it was an affair to please the men. Women were mere bystanders as they watched their men frolic without a care. The children gathered in separate groups and were entertained with skits and puppet shows. Contests were also held and selected souvenirs from the Nambi household were up for grabs. Kanchi, though a bit under the weather, had her eyes on the brass dagger with the dragon shaped  handle, but so did Kesu and the Nambi brothers. The contest involved breaking the highest hanging pot from among the several pots hung at different levels from the tall banyan tree with the aid of