My short story 'The Saffron Robe" is now available to read on the 4th Floor Journal 2017 online.
Short story 'Roots' can be read in the 4th floor literary journal 2015.
Short Story published in New Asian writing 2014
"The Last Time It Ticked"
"The Last Time It Ticked"
Short Story published in the 4th Floor Journal 2014
"The Community Chef"
"The Community Chef"
Free eBook of rhymes about spice and herbs in the kitchen. This is available at Smashwords for free.
Here are excerpts from Darshi's books.
The Iguana Girl
She heard foot steps behind and turned her head wearing a smile on her face.
“We don’t want to be friends with somebody who smells iguana.” The group of children walked past her. She shrugged her shoulders.
Radha knew that there was a backing behind their indifference; in that society she lived being an orphan at very young age was unlucky. It only hurt when she heard them for the first time, like thunder in the summer, like lightning in her eyes, like earthquake in her heart.
Later she had deaf ears to such remarks. Not just because she accepted Granny’s words of consolation, but she had her own theories, either fair or foul. She did not understand why some people disliked iguanas so much. She could spend hours and hours with them enjoying their moves, touching them, cuddling and talking to them. She could become infuriated if she saw someone hurting an iguana. Why was that a matter of barrier to friendships anyway? Perhaps if mother and father lived they could have helped her to find answers to her unsolved questions.
The Iguana Girl
She heard foot steps behind and turned her head wearing a smile on her face.
“We don’t want to be friends with somebody who smells iguana.” The group of children walked past her. She shrugged her shoulders.
Radha knew that there was a backing behind their indifference; in that society she lived being an orphan at very young age was unlucky. It only hurt when she heard them for the first time, like thunder in the summer, like lightning in her eyes, like earthquake in her heart.
Later she had deaf ears to such remarks. Not just because she accepted Granny’s words of consolation, but she had her own theories, either fair or foul. She did not understand why some people disliked iguanas so much. She could spend hours and hours with them enjoying their moves, touching them, cuddling and talking to them. She could become infuriated if she saw someone hurting an iguana. Why was that a matter of barrier to friendships anyway? Perhaps if mother and father lived they could have helped her to find answers to her unsolved questions.
Safari Songs Around the World
Elephants trumpet babies squeak
Elegant walk up to the creek
Escorting as quiet as can be
Edge of the creek they all feel free
Foxes yelping loud at the moon
Faraway lands heard this soon
Fruits and berries not for this time
Fat rat or two will be just fine
Elephants trumpet babies squeak
Elegant walk up to the creek
Escorting as quiet as can be
Edge of the creek they all feel free
Foxes yelping loud at the moon
Faraway lands heard this soon
Fruits and berries not for this time
Fat rat or two will be just fine