The Winner of the National Indie Excellence Award in the Short Story Category
In Walks Through Life, award-winning writer Santhosh K. Komaraju shares insights on the essential values that transcend time and space, connecting the past, present, and future.
Allow yourself to be transported back in time to medieval India, a land of kings, princes, mystics, and villagers. These nine magical short stories with fantastic characters and fairy tale appeal contain modern relevance to everyday life and remind us of our inherent virtues, metaphysical connections, and human legacies. Written for all ages, these tales will inspire self-reflection and philosophical musings, as well as a desire to lead a better life.
When Santhosh encountered the quote that came from a reputable American author, it strengthened his intentions to write. Though he utilized that as a foundation for his writings, he wasn’t confident that a truth could be easily written. Because a truth for him is such an entity that can be easily understood, but the realization seemed hard. That posed a challenge for him as he began to write. Several questions followed.
Nevertheless, he continued and wanted to see where he would head. Fortunately, that questioning fueled his writing engine, instead of burning his aspirations. This resulted in his Award-winning book—Walks Through Life: Stories.
“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
1. The Hidden Kingship
Page # 23
Santeyi had self-impersonated a king, but with no crown or a kingdom. He needed that kingship in him so as to be shunted away from deviations. “Nana, from the heavens, please help me, too! My quest is not entirely to find the wand, which, in this case, was that one special mango, but also to validate what you wanted me to be!” He roared silently as he looked upward.
His focus was now amplified. Finding a standout among a pile of similitudes was a daunting task. He was scouring the layers of his vision as he searched for that magical fruit among its manifold siblings. It was necessary to borrow another attribute from his kingship to increase his success rate on this task. What should it be? “Nana, help me out here!”
“We cannot judge the sun just by its corona. While the outer layers treat us with several variations, changing according to the time of the day, the core will never change and can never be diminished in its real virtue. While you all see his corona, I see his core.” She quoted a highly privileged metaphor to certify Pundis.
“I do believe that he is in more pain than I! I cannot live in peace until his return. I will trade my life for his, if needed!”
“Oh dear friend! How can you admire such an impious person? How different is he from a thief who, in the morning, follows an act of normalcy and, at night, greedily barges into other’s property for their belongings?” Saakhi wanted to question her friend, but her impeccable compassion toward Kantha forced her to not probe any further. Rather, she diverted her mind to try to understand the depth of the supreme reverence that her friend was displaying.
3. Blessing of a Curse
Page # 74
4. A Letter from the Well
Page # 94
And, so, Raha waited for his death. His eyes were about to be shut, and they might not open again, once closed. Incidentally, the scripture that he ridiculed was his last possession that settled in his hands, close to his heart. Though he was on the verge of his last ounce of breath, a sense of relief engulfed him as the hefty book was chained by both his hands onto his chest for several hours.
A silence continued for some time as he gazed at the glimmering stars straight ahead from the well opening. They were burning out slowly, paving the way for less darkness, and so were his vitals degrading, paving the way for his demise. After several moments of such gazing, they were completely shut.
The boy, who was incapable of understanding her unethical qualities, had already made himself comfortable, and treated her temporarily as his mother. Both were savoring every moment of their rendezvous. Every word the child spoke was fired at her like a welcome bullet, piercing her unscrupulous body with affection.
For a while, she lifted her impious facade and played a motherly role. They were having a good time exchanging conversations with each other.
She sang lullabies, which Ekala warmly received. The severe emotional drought that he had been experiencing was gradually being replenished. The more she sang, the more he craved.
The purity that was concealed inside was now revealed by the unethical woman, which was how she was always referred to by mature society. But, that society never tried to see what this child saw in her. At this moment, she was transforming into a mother, the purest form a woman could ever be. By the end of the night, the transformation was fructified.
6. The Rise of Motherhood
Page # 138
8. King of All
Page # 169
The young prince could not leave them alone. So, he decided to stay and fight by himself for as long as necessary. The next day, he voiced his intentions to his brother, that he would not be a part of the return journey, and he was willing to stay on this island for years if he had to wait that long.
His brother responded, “You are proving yourself to be a foolish person. The people of this island are destined to be part of this misery, but not you! You are the prince of Peruma, so behave like one.”
The young prince could not bear his brother’s indifferent attitude.
“Why are you willing to lose your royalty for this small group of people?” questioned the elder brother further.
“Because they are part of the same human community that we are,” the young prince responded strongly. “No matter how long I have to stay, I will, even though it might cut my cords with Peruma. These people deserve to be helped, not abandoned.”