The thread of love

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‘You mean to say now the school girls too have joined the lunacy; that’s outrageous, bhai!’

‘What can I say Saanvi, now it has become arduous to keep the valley composed. Look, I won’t be coming for Rakhi this time, hope you understand.’

‘You’re saying the only day I come to home for, to see you, to tie Rakhi in your wrist, is not gonna happen. But I understand the dilemma, SO………… I will come there.’

‘Are you out of your…… hello, hello. Damn.’

Two days later –

‘How’s Major Paavak’s condition doctor?’

‘The stone that hit his head yesterday has left him in state of comatose. All you can do is wait, and pray, General.’

‘But you must have s….’ His words were interrupted by a voice.

‘Praying is good, Sir. It has its own effects.’

‘And who are you, who allowed you to come here.’ He asked in annoyance.

‘Major Paavak’s sister, Sir!’ she took out a Rakhi from her bag and tied in Paavak’s wrist, followed by a prayer, ‘sneaking in was never an issue.’ She turned to them.

‘Look!’ Dr. indicated towards Paavak, ‘he’s coming into senses, unbelievable!’

'Indeed' General too was amazed.

'Like I said, praying is good. This ain't mere thread, but symbol of my prayers, my faith. He will be fine soon, to take on the traitors.' Saanvi held her brother's hand firmly, and proudly.

Anniversary

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The screeching sounds of curtains awakened Avish from sleep. The shiny rays of Sun pricked his eyes, to make sure he stays awake.

‘Happy Anniversary, dear husband!’ A jocund Mekhla stood beside the curtains.

‘Ungh! What? I am sleepy, lady. Don’t ruin my Sunday?’

‘Actually, I preferred ‘Happy Anniversary to you too, honey’.’ Her face sulked, ‘I have switched on the geyser. Breakfast will be ready after I return from temple.’

‘Yeah yeah got it, usual stuff. Accha listen, could you please hand me the robe, its chilly.’

‘Hmmm, gift in the guise of robe’ She mulled in excitement and opened the wardrobe. To her disappointment, it was just the robe, sans present.

‘Mekhla, robe please.’

She handed him the robe and turned, but something stopped her, ‘Oh! He wants to cuddle, to surprise, wanting me close; yay!’

She turned. He was there, busy reading the newspaper; her saree was stuck with the quilt. She released and exited the room, for temple.

‘Avish is so changed, of late. Where’s the love gone; no ‘love yous’, no messages, no cuddles, no … leave it.’ She returned home, indulged in her own thoughts.

But her hankerings again took a surge, when she saw a courier boy conversing with Avish, ‘Bought me an online gift haan! Surprise surprise.’ She slowly moved towards the entrance. But as adversity has it, the courier boy was there to enquire for another address.

Saddened, she prepared the breakfast, completed her chores and crashed on the sofa, exhausted, ‘I am gonna need a nap.’ She snoozed.

‘Hey Love! Wake up, Happy Anniversary.’ He planted a kiss on her lips.

She opened her eyes slowly, ‘I knew you remember, just teasing me. Now come here, take me in your arms.’

‘I will always take care of you, sweetheart.’

‘Everything feels so dreamy, but I love it.’

‘May be because it is a dream.’ He winked.

‘What…?’ She got up suddenly, alas, it was a dream. She looked around; it was still afternoon, but the dark clouds have made it look like evening, and she was alone.

She got up to make her tea. A teardrop rolled from her eye, flowed through her right cheek, hanging at the chin. A palm appeared suddenly, the tear fell on it and the palm closed. She turned, astonished.

‘My love’s every tear is priceless; I won’t let it fall like that’ Avish stood there with a warm smile, he opened his palm, it held a diamond ring, ‘Happy Anniversary, Mekh! Though this ring, this diamond.... aah, enough words, enough of the teasing, I just wanna say, I will always Love You.’

She covered her mouth, but the blush on her face was evident, few more tears rolled, this time of joyous.

They come closer, much closer, it was time for love, just like she had wanted it to be, for the anniversary.

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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!’