"Oh damn." Said Mohan Goswami as he looked through the curtains of his upper bedroom window to see a black sedan parked in the front yard of the adjoining house; he had wanted to see the new rentees alight from the car – see what they looked like. They were a Muslim family – a family of four: the father, mother, a daughter and a son. Were the women in purdah? Would he ever see the girls face or will she always be in purdah? He'll just have to wait and see now.He whistled tunelessly ...

Thinking of Sally made him horny and want to go back soon. If his wife wished to stay, she could, BUT without him. He had had enough of this country bloody life. His butt was paining ever since he got here – those saddles were solid hard pain-in-the-arse leather, man! And his mother-in-law was a deeper pain in the exact same spot.He left at dawn, quietly packing his few belongings in a hand-grip. His wife lay huddled under the bedclothes – she wouldn't bother saying 'goodbye' – she ...

Winter was a favourite season with the young: when the sugar-cane grew high; when one could be hidden from view within a few feet of entering a field; when lovers could meet clandestinely within the embrace of the thick curtaining cane.Chandhu, tall, broad-shouldered, his facial fluff turning into a beard, met Rukhmoni clandestinely there. They made eye contact there; they made hand and lip contact there; they clasped each other and made full body contact there; and after their fift...

The story is set in a sparsely populated tract of the heavily forested foothills of the Himalayas: an area that lies roughly between India and Nepal and in places is virtually untouched. The 'Forest People' of this area have minimal contact with the outside world and dwell entirely in the forest living off its produce .These are the 'Wild Honey Gatherers' – a race almost extinct – they have strange ways and are rumored to possess the ability to communicate with birds and beasts. When encou...

These are stories, snippets from the day to day life of tea and coffee planters. They are mainly my stories – I spent thirty three years serving in tea and coffee plantations in India and Papua New Guinea: from 1959 to 1992.I say mainly my stories because I have also included amusing stories told at the bar in tea clubs, usually late at night, with slurred words, halting speech, and good humor – a close and genial time when the true character of a tale is revealed.Planters li...

He met Svetlana when she came in one blustery afternoon. Sweet, waif-like, delicate, blue-grey eyes, pink lips and cheeks; she was a happy person and smiled a lot showing lovely teeth. I saw Harry looking at her – he couldn't take his eyes off her. He saw her delicate fingers as she bent over and handled the trinkets on the shelf; he noticed her almost translucent skin and light brown hair beaded with droplets from the mist outside. He glided up to her, "May I help you?" She turned her hea...

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This is a delightful collection of twenty-five crisp and intriguing short stories that will enliven and charm your leisure hours. The writer employs the ‘Today-technology’ of story telling: An economy of words; a simplicity of style; and a tempo and cadence that match the brisk life-style of today.All the stories have an Indian aroma and diaspora

From award-winning author Mia Marlowe, three full-length historical romances with sexy alpha heroes and the independent women who figure out “how to” bring them to heel. How to Distract a Duchess, How to Please a Pirate and How to Vex a Viscount in one glorious romp of a book set!Book 1—How to Distract a DuchessThe widowed Duchess of Southwycke doesn’t give two figs for the ton’s opinions on propriety. She wants to be taken...