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Under the Shade of the Banyan Tree:
Poems, Rants, and Short Stories
By Simi K. Rao
Poetry, Short Stories
Paperback and ebook, 144 Pages
November 22, 2019
Life is not about achieving perfection, it's about reconciling with your imperfections.
Poems are fragments of life. In Simi K. Rao’s unique poetry collection for women, there are blissful moments; deep, invisible wounds; cries for help; declarations of defiance and philosophical observations. The poems and prose pieces compiling the collection are fragments of life elucidating the different phases of the human condition. Under the Shade of the Banyan Tree will leave readers wanting for more and have a deep impact on women of all ages.
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Excerpt: The Witching Hour (Short Story)
I watched the dense thicket of clouds slide over the
giant luminous cookie in the sky. A pitch-black darkness descended over the
neighborhood, and there was not a single streetlamp to mar it. It appeared that
All Saints Eve was going to live up to its reputation after all. I glanced at
my companion. I could tell she was thinking the same.
“Should we start? The time looks right,” Myra said.
“Yeah, let’s go.” I smiled at my long-time friend and
neighbor.
She adjusted her lace-up corset and handed me her long
and tattered train before gingerly stepping out of the alley that had been our
hideout ever since the beginning of our ritual. Once again, I had to pause to
admire her elaborate costume. She was pleased with it, especially since she had
put it together herself. The delicate tea-stained ivory lace and tulle dress
accented with droopy brown roses gave her a wispy and forlorn look. The many
years of our adventures had supplied a precious aura of authenticity to the
dress, as it had been tripped on and ripped several times.
Slowly, we made our way through the familiar streets
we fondly called our haunt. They had watched us grow from carefree children
into not very responsible young adults. We had roamed these alleys innumerable
times, even in our dreams. Being here made us feel at home.
For a moment, I stood still and closed my eyes. The
night air was flavored with moist earth and pumpkin spice crumble. I gulped it
down hungrily.
Tonight, as always, silence was the key, broken only
by the rustle of the rotting leaves that swept the sidewalk.
We listened, mesmerized. Five long years had gone by,
but to me, it seemed like yesterday.
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