The ideas in this piece are merely fictions of the future. They are not meant to cause offence to anyone, whether Jewish, Muslim, Christian, 'Western', religious etc. Please read with an open mind. (I posted Chapter 5 of this story on Literotica in 2007 under the title of 'Discovery Of The Real America', in which the lead character was named Saurus. I have...
* * * * * This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER. * * * * * Ashwini really is a very attractive woman, with her bright, wide laugh, her slightly irregular, but very white teeth,...
Sheldon sat at the conference table in the high rise office in Mumbai sipping spiced chai tea. He was listening as a Nehru-jacketed functionary in the Indian computer firm assured him again and again of the precision and stability of their computer aided manufacturing software. He had heard it all before but let the man ramble on. When the speaker reached a...
Another day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Gosh I am bored. I walk through the corridors of the Carleton University library, yawning and stretching at the prospect of an all-nighter because my take-home midterm is due in the morning. As I make my way to my usual spot on the second floor, a wide-eyed white chick sitting in the back glances at me, as does a t...
Lucien Saint-Pierre woke up, stretched and yawned. Then he looked at the vast City of Toronto, Province of Ontario, from his dorm at the University of Toronto. Ten years ago his family left the City of Cap-Haitien, North Haiti, for the Ontario region of Canada. Today was the tenth anniversary of their Big Move across the continents. From the Caribbean to Nor...
It's my body and I can do whatever I want with it, isn't that one of the most sacred mantras of the feminist movement? As a Muslim woman from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the heartland of Islam, and a fledgling feminist, I have often butted heads with my well-meaning but ill-informed and at times, culturally clueless western friends. To me, there is more t...
Continued from here I stand up, pausing my ritual for her graciously. My hands do not touch hers as I take the plate of offerings from her. The rim of the plate is encircled by a serpentine jasmine garland. Nestled in the heart of this garland is a riot of colours — incandescent red oleanders, igneous palash and at the heart of the heart, a wide-open golden...
The big bus raced on into the night. Its lights pierced the darkness, making a tunnel ahead of itself. Next to me sat this man who had been my neighbour since we started our journey at 1pm. We have not stopped talking. When the bus made its first stop after travelling more than two hours he took it upon himself to look out for me, quite as if he were an old...
Country fairs in India are synonymous with temple festivals. Thousands of worshipers gather to venerate the Lord at the temple. These festivals are invariably held on the banks of the rivers, during predetermined months with favorable weather. The festivities include cultural programmes and religious ceremonies. Different stories and scenes from Hindu religi...
XVII Faith and Charity Tamara 2093 Tamara studied the framed picture on the wall. It showed the image of a slightly tubby middle-aged woman which had been made to resemble a mediaeval Christian saint. She even had a halo around her forehead. "Who's this?" Tamara asked. "It's Saint Diane," said Dahab. "She was the founder of the Reigate centre." "Is...