By Durlabh Singh
Key Themes: breakdown, depression, love, human nature, myth, history,
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This collection of short stories shows a rear glimpse into human nature with its beauty, ugliness and sufferings. These cover a variety of topics--life, love, dejection, horror and humour. Confronting despair with courage may lead to its transcendence. Tales of high literary value and entertainment. These will be enjoyed by variety of people.
About the Author
Durlabh Singh is a writer and an artist based in
He has been published widely in over 300 publications
His other publications include:
Chrome Red - Collected Poems.
Spaces of Heart - Illustrated Verse.
Kama Sutra of Love - Collections of Short Stories
Keeper of Reflections & Other Stories.
In The Days of Love - Novel.
Throughout his life, he had to struggle against the odds. Having lost his father at very early age, he had to take up the role of head of family, being the only male member in the household. Facing all the injustices of Indian social class system where he had to provide big dowries for marrying his sisters and getting into debts.
The things took turn for worse when he came to England, as extreme racism was rampant there when he was constantly ridiculed and set upon by gangs of youths. Landlords refused to rent him even a room and shopkeepers refused to serve. He was subject to racial taunts in streets and at work. He suffered number of physical attacks and partially lost sight of an eye as he was beaten in a busy London street. That constant harassment eventually resulted in acute depression and a mental breakdown and as a result he was admitted to a mental hospital.
He took up painting and writing as a therapy and developed these arts where he could find easier to breath from constant atmosphere of suffocation. It helped him to survive and keep his mental balance, in finding transcendence and wider fields of human creativity. People suffering from mental distress may find some solace in his works.
Smiling eyebrows are opened
Who does not know?
Yet nobody knows.
It can aptly be said about love. There are few of us who know about love and even fewer who practice this art of loving. No one can generalize about it; it is sufficient into itself and could be different for each individual.
The flat lands of Punjab have seen numerous kingdoms, tribes, people, poets and lovers.
It is an ancient land but has renewed itself so often, through its peoples and their movements that it seems to be always modern in its aspects of culture and outlook.
On the typographical map Punjab is marked at the head of India subcontinent and is situated at its northern most corners, just below the Himalya Mountains with their perpetual snow and its original Sanskrit name was designated by people in accordance with its perpetual icy bound crags. Him’ means ice and alya means the house, so the whole designation was given Himalya as the house of snow or the house of ice. It took millions of years for Indian sub-continent to drift northward from the South Pole and then as it collided with the Asian continent, the result was the formation of the high mountain chains, the highest mountain range in the world. It is still growing as the impact and pressure of Indian subcontinent plate keep pushing itself against the Asian plate.
In summer seasons when the ice melted, a drainage system of rivers was established and the five rivers flowing through Punjab plains gave its name to the land as the ‘land of five rivers’.
It has these rivers running through its body, like the veins carrying its precious lifeblood. These life-giving waters have their resource in the lofty Himalya, in the land of icy Tibetan uplands, a plateau where various goddesses of the wilds have their abodes amid the high stony crags of wild winds.
This land has seen the dawn of human history and the spanning of various cultures. The poets and metaphysicians held their breath at the site of its fertile and lush plains, surrounded by the lofty mountains. They sang their praises of gratitude to its panoramic life – its birds, wildlife, warmth of plains and abundant harvests of grain and fruits. India is surrounded by lofty mountains in the north and the sea on its triangular shores and for the invaders to filter through, the only safe route had been, through some high passes across mountains in the northwestern frontier of the continent, through which the invaders had poured down at regular intervals into Punjab plains, since the dawn of the history.
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