Thirteen ecstatical stories. Stories that will leave an after-taste like that which lingers in your mouth hours after a particularly tasty meal. Stories to mull over, to assimilate, and to enjoy.
The stories are written in a style that is racy, concise, and acute. The narrative does not dawdle on description nor embrace any deviation from the strict line of story. It is written for readers of today whose mindset is different to folks of yesteryear who lived a lifestyle of laid back resonance.
Excerpt from Blossoms of Love/ Harry Blinsky:
Harry’s Curious Shop, sited on the Upper Mal, stood at an altitude of 7000 feet surrounded by mountain pine and deodar trees and beckoned from across this boulevard with twinkling lights and the promise of a cozy atmosphere.
When I entered Harry’s shop one late afternoon, a little tinkle from a bell, nudged by the opening door, alerted him to a customer coming in. A lingering smell of pipe tobacco and coffee, a warm atmosphere, and little lights over the displays created an ambience that invited one to linger and browse. Harry strode forth with a smile; he was elegantly attired. Amply built and of average height he supported short wavy hair parted on the side.
He met Svetlana when she came in one blustery afternoon. Sweet, waif-like, delicate, blue-grey eyes, pink lips and cheeks; she was a happy person and smiled a lot showing lovely teeth. I saw Harry looking at her – he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He saw her delicate fingers as she bent over and handled the trinkets on the shelf; he noticed her almost translucent skin and light brown hair beaded with droplets from the mist outside. He glided up to her, “May I help you?” She turned her head; hair fell half across her face, and smiled at him. Harry stood stunned …that smile hit him plumb between the eyes. Harry was a goner!
Every afternoon, Harry met Svetlana on the ridge – a quiet road fringed with straight trunked, tall pine trees. The road was partially visible from town. They held hands and walked arm in arm, laughing with a joy lovers feel in each others’ company. They slowly proceed along the tree lined path where invading mist or blind spots on the road allowed them to steal kisses. They walked all the way to ‘Lovers Point’, a steep climb over a stony road for the last kilometer. There they sat on a grassy knoll to take in the beauty of the distant green-blue mountains that rose above the mist to form towering snow peaks. The smell of pine was fresh in the mountain air. Squirrels clambered up fern encrusted trunks of nearby pine trees and watchful hawks circled the sky above waiting for a chance to pounce.
She made him feel special and exclusive and laughed prettily at his comments. He treated her like a princess and tried to fulfill her every wish. She didn’t have many wishes, except the wish to stay by him always.
There was a sound behind them of a twig breaking – like someone or some animal had stepped on it. They looked around, but saw nothing. The vegetation was quite dense in that area. Perhaps it was a wild deer. A waft of air brought a stale unpleasant smell.
