UNCLE:

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‘Hey Baby! Come here come here come here.’ Taran filled the 18 month kid in his arms.

‘Thanks for showing up, Taran. See Suhani will be back by 6, so you have to look after Charmy...’ Tushar looked at the wall clock, ‘for 3 hrs.’

‘Done!’ Taran cuddled Charmy, ‘Now go, else you will be late for the meeting. And don’t worry about Charmy, her favorite Uncle is here, right baby.’ He closed the doors.

‘So honey!’ Taran pinched her cheeks. Charmy cackled and held Taran’s fingers.

‘Oh look at you, so beautiful………..and so innocent!’ His hands slowly slipped under her skirt and softly pinched her.

Charmy yelped but Taran didn’t stop. She tried to free herself from his grip.

‘Where are you going baby, our fun has just begun.’

Behind closed doors, a father & mother’s trust was shattered; Behind closed doors, a child’s innocence was crushed.

Dressing Up

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‘Jack dear, this is the 7th dress! You better approve it; this trial is boring me now.’

‘Well, 7th time’s a charm, honey.’ Jack smiled, ‘And you know what, this outfit is perfect. You look lovely.’

‘Oh Jack!’ Rose saw her reflection in the mirror, ‘you’re one hell of a perfectionist.’ She moved forward to kiss him.

‘Careful darling, the crimson hasn't set yet.' He stopped her, 'have to say, the accessories on you looks so lively.’ Jack was elated.

‘Had to be, Leonardo & Kate were so supportive when we asked for their stuff. Let’s go.’ They left for the party.

Leonardo & Kate, the neighbors, complied silently, after Jack hammered them at evening tea. They now laid unconscious on the floor. Kate’s beautiful fingers now graced Rose's neck; her lips were torn to extract the blood for Rose’s lips. Leonardo’s nails were plucked up to give a glittering effect to Rose’s
hair, for the HALLOWEEN Party.

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Jack was indeed, a perfectionist.

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Love-In

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‘Okay!’ Shayna took a deep breath, ‘No questions & no explanations, no issues & no tissues, no baggage &….; in short……’

‘No strings attached. Deal!’ Vikram smiled and pulled her closer, ‘This might be a live-in for you, girl; but I am gonna love you so much that you’ll never realize when this “pure live-in” will transmute into “PURE-LOVE”.’ He mused to himself.

Her lips & eyebrows curled up, ‘I can’t live without you, love; but just not to jitter you, I am taking things a step by step. And one day you’ll be all mine, only mine.’ Her mind shouted with glee.

Love, had made its way.

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Parity starts at home

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‘So Varini! Any plans to get settled or still the road runner?’

‘Wanderer!’ Varini chuckled. She dunked the chocolate cookie in her tea and took a bite, ‘you know na, that is our weekend thing. I am toh kab ka settled with my banking job.’

‘Well I meant marriage sweetheart’ She turned to Varini’s father, ‘there’s this boy in Mumbai. He works in a brokerage firm…’

‘Accha marriage’ Varini dunked another cookie, ‘dekh lenge auntie. There’s a long way till I reach 30’s.’ She grinned and left for balcony.

‘Ha Ha ha! She is the chatterer of the house.’

‘Really bhai sahib. But you must be serious now. You have brought her like a son, and a daughter is a daughter; you must start thinking about it.’

‘Behen ji, why would I nurture a daughter like a son. Isn’t it a bit illogical for you to say?’

‘Yes, but this working in MNC amid male colleagues; bike riding, that too 100+ kms. away from home. Pardon me but apne apni beti ko bahot dheel de rakkhi hai.’

‘You mean to say, she’s self dependent, rides bikes, goes to clubs, doesn’t hesitates in taking on the hooligans; this all is boyish trait as a girl should be brought up with house hold values, like sitting in home?’

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‘Yes, she’s a woman after all.’

‘Which scripture do you refer to, when you say so?’

‘Hain? Log kehte hain ye, shaastra-vaastra maine nahin padhe.’

‘Log!’ He laughed, ‘even today there exists a CLASS of ‘log’ that believes colored people are inferior, women must remain in burqa as they are to produce children only, honor-killing is fine, protesting against our own country in a campus is COOL. If only you had glance at our actual ideologies, you would have understood that men & women are equal. If only you were aware that “शक्ति बिन शिव भी शव हैं”.

The Right Education

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“Vande Matram, Vande Matram……”

Kaivalya experienced absolute contentment, while he gazed at the children singing the national song in full spirit.

‘So Mr. Kaivalya.’ A voice brought him out from his bliss, ‘I see your idea has materialized well.’

‘All thanks to you, Ms. Sama.’ He greeted her with a smile, ‘If it weren’t your persuasion, the madarsa authorities might have rejected my plea.’

‘Well, I am always in for a cause. But tell me; wouldn’t it have been better if you had conduct it within grownups?’

‘You see that earthen pot, Mam. Can you reshape it into a glass?’

‘That’s impossible; after the potter gives raw clay such shapes via drying/firing, it will break but won’t reshape.’

‘Exactly, these tiny tots are like raw clay. If their minds are nurtured with apposite manners & dispositions, like singing of national anthem & song, and pinning the tricolor pin; this all will develop a sense of pride and commitment towards their homeland.’

‘And that’s why you visit schools & religious institutions, for sanskaars?’ She smirked.

‘Indeed Ms. Sama, you see its not religionism, but nationalism.’

‘Utilizing education! An M.B.A. who’s aware of his social responsibilities.’ Sama gestured a salute, ‘JAI HIND!’

Are you a V-----?

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‘See, though we have a family business and you don’t need to work after marriage. But there’s no pressure, if you want you may continue; as long as you can balance it with family.’

Rashmi was relieved to hear that, ‘Thanks for understanding. So, do you have anything else to ask?’ Ansh seemed like a nice guy to her.

‘Well, I like the fact that you are an independent woman; but we also value our traditions. Now you are gonna be our family’s bahu. SO, I just wanted to know….. are you a virgin?’

‘Ahmmm! Didn’t you mention earlier that you had a relationship with some girl?’

‘I am a guy. It's okay for us, but a woman must be clean, character wise.’

‘Okay! It means you have been screwing harlots?’ The sarcasm was clear in her voice.

‘Mind your words….’

‘Or, maybe you never did a “girl”. Maybe, you are a bi’.’ A broad sneer emerged on her face, ‘a guy with diversity, I dig that.’

‘I believe your failure to answer my question is an indication of your character.’

‘And how would you know whether I am being truthful; a broken hymen can be due to non-sexual activity. Chauvinist pigs like you would involve in flings, but will seek chastity in women. I bet you won’t allow your sister to go outside, fearing her vagina might get spoiled. It’s a vagina you caveman, not some character certificate.’

‘You dare…’

‘You may now leave, Ansh. You may keep guessing, whether I am….. or I am not, a V.’

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Retired, not from love:

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The maid served their tea in the balcony and left.

‘You have achieved everything you have ever dreamt for, Narein! So, what’s next on your agenda.’ She asked as she prepared tea for them.

‘Well, now that I have got everything under the sun.' He glanced at his reflection in the window glass, 'and aged to retirement; all I now yearn, is YOU. I would like to make it up for all those moments that we spent separately, building our lives. I just wanna be with you, my wife.’ He took her hand into his trembling grip, while her eyes gave way to a couple of tears.

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