Story Snap-shot of Dawn: The Charioteer
Love is a delicate plant that needs to be nurtured tenderly. For it to flourish, it needs as much nurturing as a tender plant would need.
Mankind’s stories are stories of love. It has been written about and sighed over, it has been blamed for broken hearts and cursed for the blindness it induces in men and women. For all the odes written to love, love is still taken for granted.
When a man feels fear without reason, you call him to the attention of a psychiatrist; you are not so careful to protect the meaning, the nature and the dignity of love.
A girl escapes from a group of armed hoodlums and takes shelter in a house which is apparently unoccupied. She had no idea that this was no ordinary house.
The house was called Anuru (dawn). It was a living entity and had a soul. To possess a soul was a solemn responsibility, and Anuru was conscious of this.
In this house, the girl learns the nature and meaning of love. She learns what is needed to nurture it, she learns how it withers away when not given the right environment for its growth.
This is a eleven part story.
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