A forgotten tribe. A fading colour. A story that refuses to be erased.
“The Blue Indians” is a lyrical journey into memory, identity, and the quiet resilience of people who exist on the margins of history. Through evocative storytelling, this tale uncovers a world where colour is not just seen, but lived, carried, and slowly lost to time.
Listen closely. Some stories do not shout. They linger like a whisper long after the sound has faded.
Some of my books (collection of short stories, novels, and more) are available in print and digital editions. They gather many unique journeys, quieter questions, and stories that continue beyond this page.
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Thank you 🙏🏼
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This is beautifully evocative. The idea of colour as something lived—and slowly fading—feels both poetic and deeply symbolic. There’s a quiet power in how you frame the story: not loud or dramatic, but lingering, almost like memory itself. It invites the reader to slow down and truly listen, which is rare and meaningful. A haunting, thoughtful piece that stays with you.
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Dear Verma’ji, I am so happy that this story appealed to you in such an evocative way. Yes, colours are really special, they add to life as we know it, and we seldom think about them so deeply.
I am super glad that the audio version came out very much to my satisfaction, of course there is always room for betterment.
Keep enjoying my stories, many more to come by the grace of God.
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Interesting history of Indigo dye. It makes me curious about how other color does started. I know that the Navajos originally used plants to dye their yarns for rugs.
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Dear Katelon, thank you so much for liking this story. Yes, this story also makes me curious to find out about the origins of other colours as well.
I also think that some of the native American tribes also discovered the dying properties of Indigo, separately.
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Thank you Ned for liking my story so much and sharing it on your website.
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Wonderful imagination. 👍👍
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Thank you Priti for liking this story. Most of it is actually true, or you can say inspired by the truth.
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But seems imaginary . Well written 👍👍
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Yes, you are right about “Akhi and the villagers” I have imagined them, but the indigo plant and its dyeing process is believed by many to have been discovered in the mentioned time and region by the tribes of the land.
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Yes some are absolutely related to the true facts 👍
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Amazing story and journey of Neel …
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Thank you Kajoli for liking the story.
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enduring power of cultural heritage. It serves as a poignant reminder that even when traditions are threatened by time, the spirit of a people remains etched in the landscape of history. True identity cannot be washed away. 🌿🕊️🙏
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Dear Safia, that is so true. Cultural Heritage does have an enduring power. No matter what happens to eliminate it. It finds a way to come to light. Thank you so much for liking this story and sharing this beautiful comment, it certainly adds more to the story.
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Really the atrocities carried on the indigo farmers is unimaginable. Entire fertile land was rendered infertile due to indigo plantation.
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In many parts of the world industrial farming has been a very effective form of oppression. Cotton, palm oil, banana, Indigo, and so many other crops have determined the fate of many generations of people around the world. One community’s sorrow led to another’s prosperity.
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Now, in times of monopoly it’s a community v/s a few rich and powerful.
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That is so true and sad indeed.
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Sounds beautiful. Will try and listen.
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Thank you so much, I am sure that you would like the story. Do listen when you can. You can also read this story.
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