Let there be light

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Atharv lighted the diyas, ‘There you go Shantanu, now place them in a straight line’ he showed him, ‘like this.'

‘Ok Papa! Yay’ The six year lad placed the diyas carefully, in ecstasy.

‘Now, place this sweet box, and say “Happy Diwali”’

‘HAPPY DIWALI’ the kid cackled.

Atharva caressed his head, ‘Come! Let’s go home. Time for some fun.’

Sunderlal used to beg in that footpath from last 45 years, in dejection; but today, the gleam in face overshadowed the diyas.

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Together

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Beneath the Sun, she laid peacefully; unperturbed.

Beneath the Sun; he kissed her lips, her forehead, ‘My love! You're the most beautiful, dearly; no situation can ever part us.'

Beneath the Sun, he buried her; for her next journey.

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"Ram in you"

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‘Mr. Home Minister Sir! Let me acquaint you of the consequences. No matter whatever action we take, these nuisance creators; the leftists, a certain section of media, the separatists; these traitors will add fuel to the fire.’

‘What do you suggest then, general?’

‘With all due respect Sir, If I may, I have a suggestion.’ He interrupted.

‘’We are here for that only, soldier. Of course you can. What’s on your mind?’

He took out a cartridge from his pocket and placed it on the table.

‘What’s this?’

He got up and walked towards a dummy placed at the other corner of the room. A gun was kept near it, he picked it up; took out a similar cartridge from his pocket, loaded it in the gun and aimed towards the dummy.

Before anyone could utter a word, he pulled the trigger. Not a bullet, but it shot a dark colored ink, imbuing the dummy.

He turned, ‘Sir! This specialized ink will do zero percent damage to their bodies, but will leave an enduring stain on the exposed parts; for months, if not forever. The ink also discharges gaseous effect, causing nausea, temporary.

We can take advantage of it, with the help of a parallel unit; we can track the conspirators behind and unmask them, to end this mania, sooner.’

Minister got up, moved towards him. He read his badge, ‘Mr. Raghav! just like the name eh! Let’s nail the Raavarns, our soldiers have suffered enough.

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Shakti:

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‘Miss Trisha! I see your credentials go far beyond the job requisition, good. But you see, the resume doesn’t show the interiors, the real you.’ Imran said, scanning her contour.

‘With all due respect sir’ She bent forward, exposing her cleavage, 'I have what it takes for the hotel manager. If there’s another way to prove my potentials, I’m up for it.’

‘Yeah, that’s what I am talking about,’ his subtle tone couldn’t hide the lust, ‘attitude. The final interview would be held tonight. It would be conducted in my suite, there would be other men, I mean interviewers, hope you’re fine with it?’

‘Why not, sir.’ Her eyes glittered, ‘more, the merrier.’ Her tone went seductive.

‘Hmmmm, a wanton.’ He mumbled.

In the evening:

Imran opened the door at the knock. He was wonderstruck with the enticing site. She wore a sultry revealing gown with a slit cut up to her hip, enough to floor the men in waiting. Imran found it hard to gaze away from the front part that was parted, revealing ample bosom.

‘Oh… please come in Trisha.’ He finally managed to speak.

‘Thank you, sir.’

‘Please meet the associate board members; they were waiting eagerly, to interview you.’

‘Not eager than me. If everyone's there, I would like to introduce myself.’

‘Oh yes yes.’ They drooled, looking at her.

‘I am Durga Mahapatra, head CRIME BRANCH, Mumbai Police.’ She pulled out her gun, ‘stay seated gentlemen, you too Imran. You are all guilty of some serious charges viz. harassment of women employees, enforcing them towards prostitution and trafficking women to Arab countries. You were under scanner from past few months and now we have enough proofs to present you in the court. Women for you, are mere objects/slaves, to satisfy your desires. But you forgot one thing, you are born of her. Femininity has many dimensions to it, which you jerks will never understand. Now, MOVE!

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The police arrived and handcuffed them, before they could be taken away, 'Shubho Navratro!' she sneered at them.

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The Gift:

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He sneaked inside the room, cautiously. Before he could relax, the lights switched on, illuminating the whole room, except her. She was literally hot under the collar.

‘Err, sweetie!’ He perspired.

‘Don’t come any near. It’s 1 a.m. and now you’ve got time for me. Have you forgotten today’s occasion?’

‘No no honey. I swear, it was on my reminder’ showing his phone’s calendar, ‘See!’ He made a grinning effort.

‘No excuses will be accepted. I am very upset, you may now leave, to wherever.’ She turned away.

He came closer, on his knees, ‘Princess! You know? I drove the whole day, for this.’ He took out an object from his blazer, ‘Now tell me, how I could have arrived without it?’

Her face gleamed, as she hold the box, ‘PAPA! You remembered?’

The joy on her face, multiplied as she unraveled her gift.

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