Ramesh Tiwari

A storyteller often describes weather conditions (wind, sun, rain or cold) in his account of some event that a story contains. Read an excerpt from Snippets of Life Music and see how the rain finally brings blessed relief from the heat :- "As the month of July drew near, Mitrasen was more excited about living with his brother in Lucknow. One afternoon, it looked as though the sultry weather would put a full stop at the end of every sentence of life. People stayed up late because the heat and humidity was insufferable. But late at night, an east wind came to inform people of a huge dance party. Dark clouds gathered; lightning flashed; thunder boomed; and a storm arose. The rain ultimately started beating against the walls. Nature behaved as if he was drunk. Trees danced rhythmically, swaying their heads to the peals of thunder and to the music played by the rain. Heaven flashed lights on them every now and again. All three members of the family lay wakeful all night because wat

Here's an excerpt from the book: The angry in charge turned back to face him, frowned at him and asked, ‘Do you know what time it is?’ ‘Sir, I’m not too late – only 10 minutes,’ replied Mr Shukla very politely. ‘You think 10 minutes have no value, do you? Go and ask them who are standing in a queue at the counter - they will tell you the value of every second. Mr Shukla, it simply won’t do!’ ‘You can depend on me to deal with the situation. You’ll soon see these people going out cheerfully. Well, you know, I’d not have left you alone here if my wife hadn’t been ill.’ The boss calmed down a bit. He asked him to see to the arrangements, and then continued walking like before. It looked as though he had made up his mind to go on at all the late comers that day. A little while later Ashok Gupta arrived. ‘Mr Gupta, you’re the head of the accounts department, aren’t you?’ he asked, looking straight at him. ‘It’s obvious, Sir,’ came the brusque reply. ‘And to meet the requirements of

Here's an Excerpt from the book: ‘Where’re you going at this witching hour?’ growled Sheela as she got up. ‘You know Jagannath?’ whispered Rohit. ‘His wife is about to....’ ‘We purchased the car to do this sort of thing?’ she broke in. ‘Go and tell him the car has already broken down.’ ‘Do you know what’ll happen? She might die if I did not take her to hospital.’ ‘Let her. Suppose we don’t have the car – what will he do then?’ ‘God will send a chariot to take her back or to hospital. Mind you, one’s moral fibre is more valuable than one’s wealth; to be of service to others is the soul of humanity, but to lend a hand is to obey God without question.’ ‘Keep your moral lessons to yourself,’ she muttered, ‘and go back to bed. I am going to turn him down myself. You know, if you don’t slave your conscience, such things will happen every next day.’ ‘Housewives that are kept confined have very limited space in their minds and therefore are often selfish and snobs, have irritating habi