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MG SINGH

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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A Ritual to the God Kaal Bhairov

MG SINGH

Submitted to Contest #205

Ronnie remembers sitting at the bar in the army club, drinking a beer with a friend. The topic turned to Hinduism and ritualism in the world. Ronnie’s friend mentions strange rituals in pristine Hinduism that defy explanation. Ronnie is looking at his friend and asks him. “What are you talking about?” “I am talking about the Aghori clan”. “I’ve Just heard the name, but I know nothing more.” “Well, this is an ancient Hindu sect that claims to follow original Vaishnavism, and they have weird rituals which give them special powers. This sect wo...

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A Tale of Love that Encompasses, Time

MG SINGH

Submitted to Contest #196

I have never believed in time travel or traveling into the future or the past, but I do believe it is possible. I have read so many fiction books on the subject, HG Wells’ classic,’ The time machine’ is my favourite. But I could never imagine that such a thing could happen in real life; well, here is a tale, my friends and I wonder if you’d like to believe it or not but all I will say is that it is true. I will concede it could have been a hallucination but that is something induced by ancient Hindu tomes. the Puranas. I remember drivin...

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Secrets Of The Mind In The Twenty Third Century

MG SINGH

Submitted to Contest #172

It is perhaps the 23rd century I’m not really sure which century it is because these days, the time has no meaning. The world is changed from what it used to be and now the big brother, the top man, the boss has power over you. He wants that he should be able to read your mind and though he can read it himself with his various instruments he would like to hear the man first and express what is in his mind so that he can correlate it with his research. It was a sleek sophisticated machine that had developed the power of telepathy and thus cou...

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The Assassin and the Last Cup of Tea

MG SINGH

Submitted to Contest #128

The young lad is preparing a cup of tea as Ronnie Singh enters the small tea stall at the edge of the tea Garden. His mind is in ferment. He remembers his last meeting with the big boss at the Planters Club in Jorhat. This city is the centre of the tea plantations in upper Assam. He remembers the meeting vividly in the lounge of the Planters Club. He had gone straight to the lounge where the big man was sitting and waiting for him. A waiter was serving him tea. The tea plantations all around the city were a gift of the British Raj ...

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Blast From the Past: Lord Krishna Says 'Not a Leaf Moves Without My Will'

MG SINGH

Back in the old day's things were different. I now realize that time is that commodity, that is never static. I walked into my study and sat down at my table wondering what to do; outside there was heavy rain and the distant mountains were covered with clouds. I looked at the table and one corner saw the photo album. Just above it on the wall is framed the quote of Lord Krishna from the Gita. It states, ‘not a leaf moves without my will.’ My eyes now focussed on the album, I had not opened it for a long time. My heart missed a beat as I ...

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Prognostication of a Murder and a Dream

MG SINGH

What are dreams? Have they a meaning? I have been wondering about them for a long time because I have been getting some weird dreams; often in one of the dreams I invariably see six beautiful girls lined up in a room of a hospital and there is a big burly Afr0-American standing in front of them with a dagger. Sometimes, I wake up sweating profusely wondering what the dream means, and sometimes I go to sleep again, and the dream haunts me. Sometimes, the dream is clear, but I just cannot see their faces. I can see the girls and by instinct, I...

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The Rain and a Tryst with Destiny

MG SINGH

THE RAIN AND A TRYST WITH DESTINY The monsoon brings the rain. This is the most romantic time in India. The hot summer months give way to rains and showers and from the peacock to the tiger it’s a time of bliss. It is also a time for lovers to express their love and the great God Lord Krishna holds sway. Many poets and writers have eulogized about the glory of love when the monsoon is in full sway. It acts like an aphrodisiac and kissing in the rain with the water seeping in is a rare moment. The rain makes the peacock dance, and the herds o...

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An Affair To Remember

MG SINGH

Submitted to Contest #105

Ronnie's tale As a young Subaltern, I was posted to Bombay and was staying at the officer’s mess at Cotton Green. A barbwire fence separated the station from a small road leading to the BPT headquarters. Many a time, I would observe a beautiful girl walking on the other side of the barbwire. She was extremely beautiful and always wore short skirts so I surmised that she had European blood in her. Most Indian girls wear a trouser or shalwar kameez. I saw her many times and then I got hold of my best pal, Joginder. He was the engineering offi...

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A Supernatural Tale of Rebirth and Love

MG SINGH

Submitted to Contest #103

The beginning of the tale Patrick Savage was a third-generation Englishman in India. He had never been to England and had grown to love the country where he had been born. Like his father Colonel John Savage, Patrick also decided to join the British Indian Army. As he was fond of riding, after his stint at Sandhurst he joined the 9th Hyderabad Lancers. When Patrick got his commission he was just 21, young and vibrant. He enjoyed his tenure with the Hyderabad Lancers and during World War II saw action in North Africa. Towards the end of the w...

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