The Night

‘We should save it for the special night’ she had said. He had agreed.

The special night. The night when the stars would twinkle a tad more. The night when the moon would shine to the crescendo. The night when Swans would dance. The night when smoke would rise out of the ice cubes.

A hectic day of wedding and tiring process that preceded it, were incapable of taking away the charm of the night – the special night – for them. Continue reading “The Night”

The Gift

The doorbell rang. She opened the door.

It was a parcel. She signed for it as a nicely dressed man handed over a sparkly red box, neatly gift wrapped.

She was puzzled as she was not expecting any gifts.

She read for the addresses. It was addressed to Him; from someone called Lucy.

“Here is a gift parcel for you.” She immediately informed.

“For me?” He appeared from the bedroom with a wondered expression.

“Yes.” She handed over the box to him.

“Who is it from?” he asked as he turned sides looking for the name of the sender.

“It is from Lucy. Who is Lucy?” she asked with hands on hips.

“Oh my God! I had told her not to do something this stupid.” he said frantically.

“I asked, who the hell is Lucy??” she was angry this time.

“Sweetheart, please don’t be mad.” he said anxiously.

“Don’t give me a reason to be mad.” she was right on the money. Continue reading “The Gift”

Love Actually


This is dedicated to my loving wife on her Birthday!


“Let’s celebrate Christmas on Diwali this year. How about that?” she said and stamped the newspaper on the dining table.

“Radhika, please don’t be melodramatic. Do not compare apple with potato.” I said and sipped steaming tea.

“It is the same thing Kabir. When you say we will celebrate our anniversary some other day, it is as good as putting potato in an apple pie. It doesn’t taste well. It doesn’t work that way.” She was in no mood to let me off the hook.

“This meeting is very important. I have been working for almost a year to get this appointment from prospectus client. Our life will change if I get this deal through. Trust me; we will have a huge celebration for our anniversary the following Sunday.” I tried to convince her yet again.

“See, that’s where the misconception is. I do not want a huge celebration. I just wish you to be with me on that day darling. Simple.” She softened her tone and sat beside me. “Let us have a little but a happy life where we are together, at least on special days. Am I asking for too much?”

“It is not about that, baby. This opportunity is important for me, for us, for our future.” I tried to rationalize her emotions. I was not much considerate about her point of view. I stood up to get ready for work and went for a bath.

“It is all about priorities.” I heard as I headed to bathroom.

After having the bath, as every day, I saw my ironed clothes, belt, handkerchief, pen, watch, wallet, cell phone, laptop bag, car keys and socks precisely arranged on the bed, in a sequence. Neatly polished shoes were placed besides the bed. She always did this; even when ceasefire was violated between us. She had her personal and professional schedule to adhere to. Still, she always did this. I often wondered how she manages this. I soon left for my office and she left for hers. Continue reading “Love Actually”

Sharing the Footprints

Sharing the Footprints

Cuddling her solitude, as she walked down the boulevard garnished with yellowish orange leaves and milky white flowers, flourished trees bowed from each side of the walkway and stretched their souls out to kiss at the top in the middle, right above her head.

While streaks of sunshine made their way through the dense leaves forming a golden work of art in the green backdrop, she sneaked the bars of sunshine with flickering eyelids.

Her feet quietly crushed the freshly dropped flower. Still drizzly owing to the morning dew, the flower happily surrendered under her feet for the striking beauty that she was, on the whole and at the soul.

But, she still missed something. Him. The softest of the leaves and the blossomed flowers could not tickle her feet enough as her mind wandered down the memory lanes… Continue reading “Sharing the Footprints”

Bits of Us

“Good morning, sweetheart. Happy Anniversary.” she said hugging him from behind, leaning onto him.

“Anniversary?” he looked up from the newspaper.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” her smile narrowed and so did her eyebrows.

“Our anniversary is not until next two months, honey.” He was ultra-cautious of remembering their marriage anniversary ever since he forgot it once and paid the price.

“Today is our First-Date anniversary.” She said.

It was ironic how what she nursed in obvious ways, he thought of as something obviously not to care for.

She fumed to the kitchen. Continue reading “Bits of Us”

Kiss Me Here

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon for him until the doorbell rang. She had returned from an hour long shopping; it was a shopping of a different kind though.

She walked straight to the bedroom; he followed her.

She plucked the lower end of the shopping bag and toppled it on the study table at one go.

A volcano erupted. Continue reading “Kiss Me Here”

Heaven

It was a pleasant, peaceful evening.

Just like every day, after dinner, he grabbed a book and sat on his chair by the window in the bedroom. He gently rocked the chair as he plucked the bookmark and opened the book to read. The pages giggled as a waft of cool breeze tickled them.

After wrapping up bits and pieces in the kitchen, she came to the bedroom. She looked tired and exhausted. Work and home were on a race to wear her out. And both won, each day; day after day. Continue reading “Heaven”

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