India. A country inhabited by 1.2 billion people of the world. Living with such a mammoth population in a country that is partly swayed by the concept of western development and partly struggles to fight against its own malaise and preserve its identity, life—good or bad—is so colourful. Living here, my memories too got embedded with multiple, even contrasting, hues and shades of life. Born and briefly schooled in a remote village of one of the poorest state of this country, followed by migrating to a small town and then to big cities for education, job, and stays, I got to live in diverse societies, see its different layers, and feel a range of emotions. I got subjected to lows and highs in different walks of life. While many things made me utterly dejected and many others made me smile, they all touched my heart. World says that India represents unity in diversity. But I feel that its diversity is so understated. It is not merely restricted to languages, or culture, but it transcends to a wide spectrum of emotions ranging from agony to euphoria, heartrending sobs to boisterous laughter, abject poverty to wasteful wealth, and inspiring lives to tragic deaths.
The vividness of these emotions is overwhelming. While there have been many incidents that forced me to think and look at a new side of the life, I have written these nine short stories as a means to summarize the different colours that exist around all of us here…that form our society…that complement to make this nation. These nine stories, depicting nine rasas (or emotions), bind together the essence of the vivid colours of India.