The garlands and wreaths of amber marigold on the threshold gently swayed in the wintry breeze. The heady perfume floated around the house mixed with those of vibrant golden chrysanthemums in ornamental bronze troughs of sparkling water. The ruby red amaryllis in tall crystal vases in every corner added class and sophistication to the decor. Diwali was around the corner and so was her homecoming. She took slow steps from the driveway to the entrance, her silver anklets reflecting her anxiety in their hesitant tinkling. Her bangles too sensed her trepidation as she fumbled with her heavy, crimson brocade sari which was elegantly draped, the gossamer veil covering her neat hairdo cascading daintily. She was met with a bevy of women, some throwing her furtive glances, some welcoming her with smiling faces and twinkling eyes. She sensed Aman right by her side, walking in step with her, taking her right hand reassuringly in his. Aman's mother stood with the auspicious platt...
Sanguine Allegory is a cache of fables, fairy tales, and fantasy. With a weave of words on a dreamy tapestry, there are nostalgic memoirs, stories of lands faraway and also poetry.