Saturday, 20 September 2014

Dross from the Diary of a Dusky Damsel.

Disclaimer:This is purely a work of fiction.Any resemblance to any person dead or alive is purely accidental, though semblance of reality is intentional.

Occurrences that anchor upon coincidence and accident are in fact divine interventions to put us in the orbit of our destiny.
My coming across THE DIARY OF A DUSKY DAMSEL is one such act especially as it happened on the eve of my favorite deity's birthday , who himself is 'shyam varna!'

It is indeed ironical that a literature teacher and a bibliophile can never be united in a person. They are forever divided by the sword of an insufficient salary!After meeting exigencies of the family economy- i often indulge the bibliophile in me by foraging for books at the (second hand book) street market that springs up in Gomti Nagar every Saturday .Last Saturday, while rummaging through a heap of commerce and science books in one such street shop,i came upon a dusty bundle of books.It turned out to be a complete set of Jane Austen's published novels! I immediately emptied my coffers and beat a hasty retreat, lest the vendor changed his mind! As i unfastened the string the books came loose---all six of them! And then tumbled out a seventh one! Though the cover was missing yet i could make out that it was a journal.The pages had yellowed and brittled away at the corners, and the spine was broken.For a moment I thought i had stumbled upon a treasure-What if it was Jane Austen's Journal...who is known to have kept journal of her life!!!! But as I leafed through the first few pages ,I came across a bold signature in black ink that declared with a flourish that did not lack flamboyance " Diary of a Dusky Damsel" It was purely by accident that the Diary of the Dusky Damsel found its way into my house.!!!!

.5th September-----After the rush hours of the festive morning,a lazy afternoon and a gourmet evening I finally planted myself in the study, only to find a signature in black ink , with a lot of flourish and flamboyance ,beckoning me. I remembered the journal signed in black ink ' A Dusky Damsel".I was intrigued by the contradiction between the Flamboyance and Anonymity!!!! Who was she? What kind of person was She? Why Anonymity? My head was full of questions and i couldn't wait anymore for a relaxed and more opportune time to read it.I finally reached out for it and began to read....Copyright@SEEMAEXPRESS

January 28,2015 : I had not advanced beyond the first page when such Severe pang of drowsiness descended upon me, that i fell asleep over the Diary. and that was the last interaction between us!  But some how I feel , as i pass by my reading Desk, the Diary seems to draw me towards it.

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