Tanihanes Stories

"Is it true?" She asked, her voice cracked and her pretty eyes glittered from unshed tears. He was confused. He had no idea of what she was talking about and she asked again before he could speak. "Is it true? You told me you love me because you couldn't be with her? Because you wanted to use me to fill in the empty space in your heart?" She looked into his eyes. Now the tears had fallen , rolling down her cheeks. He was more than confused now. Who had been feeding her with those ugly thoughts? He did not know What to do. Was he to start explaining now? Or make her stop crying. He pulled her close before thinking and they were only clothes apart from each other...

It is the year 1975, when Charlotte Von Sledvin, a 19-year-old student of a Swedish royal family, travels to India to get a portrait made by a gifted artist. The artist was born into a poor Indian family of the lowest caste, also known as the "untouchables." Despite the incredibly difficult circumstances, the artist named Pradyumna Kumar Mahanandia had gained an outstanding reputation for being a gifted painter. His reputation led Charlotte Von Sledvin to travel all the way to India to get her portrait done. By the time the portrait was finished, the two had fallen in love. Pradyumna was fascinated with Charlotte's beauty. Never before had he seen a more beautiful woman from the Western world. He gave his best to capture all her beauty in the portrait, yet never fully succeeded. Nonetheless, the portrait was magnificent and Charlotte fell for his simplicity and his beautiful character. Because of him, she spontaneously decided to stay longer in India. Out of a couple of days became weeks and then even months. The two had fallen so deeply in love that they decided to get married according to traditional Indian rituals.

grace flowed like a river and washed a girl named SHAN

A story about You.

There are people who say love can move mountains. This might not be physically possible, but Dashrath Manjhi, also known as the 'Mountain Man', came quite close. In one day of his life, his wife fell while crossing a nearby hill and hurt herself seriously. She needed quick medical assistance, but that wasn't possible due to the hill that isolated their small village from the next town. Tragically enough, his wife died from the serious injuries before Dashrath could do anything about it. It was the night when Dashrath Manjhi decided to carve a small path through the mountain in order to give his village easier access to medical assistance. It was an ambitious plan and he was heavily ridiculed for it. But after working for 22 years with the greatest determination and willpower, a path was carved into the hill. Even though he was initially mocked and ridiculed for his mission to give his hometown easier access to the nearby town, he finally succeeded. His life's work helped to reduce the distance between the two towns from 55 km to only 15 km, so that never again such a thing would happen.