All love, no bread

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Agatha was a professional stewardess, never let emotions hinder her work; till her gaze fell on Paul.

‘Sir, would you like to have something?’ She walked to him.

‘A minute, please’

‘Ummm! I believe you feel like, bread.’

‘Not a bad idea, how can you say...... so?’ Paul raised his head, only to be lost, in her.

‘Ahan!’ Her voice now sensuous, ‘Coz. I feel like, butter.’

And so, love was kindling in the air.

The fault is always her's:

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‘Yo Mathew, see this video trending in too yube, made my day.’

‘And night’ Mathew winked, ‘Wish we were also there, my hands are itching; to get “there”.’

‘Cool it bro, you will get your ‘there’. There’s no dearth of opportunities. Here! While we are looking at Banglore, I just got a feed from bacefook. Man! Delhi is never short with sluts, always ready to strip. And when ogled or touched, they cry foul; feminism and all crap, give me a break. Look at Drishti, so cultured, well dressed & mannered; has she complained any such thing ever, NO.’

‘Yeah man, sister Drishti is so divine; respect! ‘

*DoorBell*

‘I will take that’ Mathew got up to open the door. It was Drishti. What surprised him was her teary face, ‘What’s the matter sis. Hey Sattvik, come here.’

‘Why, what’s the matter?’ He rushed; the one who was most dear to him, broke on his shoulders.

Sattvik caressed her hairs, till she calmed, ‘Now tell me, what happened?’ He asked.

‘Please brother, don’t be angry at me. It wasn’t my fault; I was coming straight to our house, from music classes. I was in the auto, suddenly a guy from nowhere got on the auto. Before I could say anything…….’her eyes were again wet, ‘he grabbed me……he t…….touched me......everywhere.' She covered her face, 'I feel sickened, I am not able to figure where I went wrong. I always followed mother’s instructions carefully, never talked to any stranger, then why?’ Her tears didn’t stop.

‘No, you weren’t, else why that man misbehaved with you. Definitely you must have hinted him. No more music classes from tomorrow, you will stay in home, till I find a suitable boy for you.’

‘But mother, what’s her fault here. She nev.. .’

‘I don’t want any arguments Sattvik.’ She took Drishti with her.

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Sattvik and Mathew looked at each other in dismay, trying to reason what went wrong; the education, the mindset, or the whole society that led him create such picture of feminine in his mind. Their gaze turned to the Banglore stills, the perception now changed.

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Purdah

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‘WO! Majhar, check this shit. This guy has no shame, nor Allah’s fear. What’s the problem with these celebs man?’

‘Why, what happened?’

‘Look, he shared his pic, with his wife. That bitch is wearing a low neck, sleeveless dress. Shameless, let me treat him with a befitting tweet.’

‘Hmmm! But how’s that bad.’

‘A married woman wearing such obscene dress, putting her pic on display, and you say what's bad. She must be clad in a burqa. A million eyes are ogling at her, that, is the PROBLEM.’

‘So what, Bhai do topless in his movies, so does many others, that doesn’t raise a brow.’

‘Don’t put Bhai in this, he’s a man and a real gentleman. Don’t you know about his charitable deeds?’

‘Hmmmm! Gentleman you say. Does a gentleman slap his girlfriend in public, humiliate her? I don’t think so and if such is, I am better an inhuman, than being human. And now if you’re going moral police, care to preach the ones who support SISI? Those savage bastards kill people in the name of Islam; rape women, trade them and what not, never heard your voice condemning them, and that, is hypocrisy my friend. Last thing, if a male is aroused so easily by looking at women with small clothes, the problem is in his eye, his medieval sexist mindset. I don't see Allah's will in you, nor in them.'

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It's everyone's fight

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‘This is nonsense! It’s been three hours; I am freezing and there’s no respite. I have to stand here like a beggar, for my own MONEY.’ He burst.

‘Cool down Sir! This is for our nation’s well being only. We must learn from our army; they guard our frontiers in such severe conditions, away from their family. And here we complain, not ready to adjust for a couple of months even.’ Sukhmani tried to calm him.

‘FYI! I am an ex-army man.’ He sneered at him.

Sukhmani was immersed in contemplation. A minute later, he walked to the guard. They exchanged a few words and the latter went inside, coming back with the branch manager.

‘Sir! It’s an honor, to be at your service. We commoners can’t repay what you and your fellow men have done for us. But within my authority; you don’t need to stand in a queue anymore. Nor does the senior citizens, or the divyanngs or any special case. Our branch will cater to them separately, for their convenience.’

He was overwhelmed; looked at Sukhmani, this time in admiration.

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‘It’s completely okay Sir! You have fought with the outer demons for years. Join us in the fight with the inner ones this time.’ Sukhmani’s hand waved for a salute, in pride.

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Match:

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‘Look Rana! You are on strike and hence, things rest on you. 5 runs in 2 balls, you can hit it; just go for it buddy.’ Shergill patted his star batsman.

‘No worries Cap, consider us won.’ He had win many earlier for his team, his country. He looked poise for it today as well.

The field was set; spectators were going crazy, chanting their star batsman's name. With the bowler progressing towards him, the temperature was soaring; anything could happen, but they wanted a six.

The ball was an inswinger; he lofted his bat, and missed. The bails were off, the match was lost. The crowd went complete stunned. Despaired, he couldn’t raise his face.

Shergill walked to him, ‘It’s okay Rana, no one’s perfect. We’re not Gods.’

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“You are not a God Rana. You are allowed to err, especially when one such, can earn you a penthouse in Madrid.” The bookie’s words echoed his mind.

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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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