Dipdyuti's Blog 2017

Before I tell the story of Dorothy and the Snake God that drinks her blood, I need to tell my readers about myself and how I stumbled into Dorothy. I met Dorothy, the girl in the mist, at a time when my own life was going through an extremely foggy period. I was blundering through life. I was walking the thin line between the legitimate and illegitimate. My mind was immature and my thought process was chaotic. I was unable to make some sense of the world around me. I am a small town boy born and brought up in the state of Assam in the North Eastern part of India. I was a studious chap and normally keep to myself. I was not bad in my studies though I was not brilliant. As I left school and entered college, an important change happened in our part of the country. The whole state of Assam went through an outburst of political upheaval. Today what we see in Kashmir, happened in Assam, during the eighties. There was a great political unrest and hatred for the Indian polit...

The mist. The world was a monochrome color of gray and white. A light moisture laden breeze blew chilling the bones. The greenery by the roadside looked dull and lifeless. I asked the driver to drive real slow - because the visibility was just a few meters. As I looked down from the window of my vehicle the hillside displayed a sheer drop. The ground beneath the hills was not perceptible. Except for the mist and clouds, nothing at all was distinguishable. At certain spots - the vegetation could be seen behind the mist like the abstract painting of a tired painter. The scene was morbid. Even the sky was not seen. The mist created a plain white glow. It was dark, dank and downright gloomy. The driver drove very slowly into the all-encompassing mist. The mist reminded me of my days with a lady named Dorothy, who is no more now. The story moves back to the year: 1988 Dorothy used to tell me, “In case you get stuck in a misty evening near to my home, come to me,...