Circus within Circus

“Daddy, we will go to cilcus tonight.” The first thing I heard as I entered my bedroom.

Tip: Gilaffe equals Giraffe, Lain equals Rain and Hulley equals Hurrey. You join the dots.

After her daily follow-up and my procrastination for about a fortnight, my three year old, Gulu, decided to switch from request-mode to declaration-mode.

Running out of reasons to postpone, finally I surrendered. I nodded in approval.

“Wow! Yey!” she jumped in joy and rushed uncontrollably towards me to give me a hug – actually, to give my legs a hug.

I tapped on her head as she went back to her teaching class where she had made six of her teddy bears sit tidily in two queues of three each; needless to say, she was the teacher.  Continue reading “Circus within Circus”

She’ll Be What I Am

Just like any other father, I always want my daughter to remain daddy’s li’l doll. When she is just six months old, you are inclined to giving her a finger to hold; it often leads to underestimating her abilities though.

I thought she was too little to understand the world. I didn’t realize that I was wrong until that morning when she smiled when I smiled and frowned when I fake-frowned. I first thought it was a co-incidence. I repeated the sequence to be sure. Continue reading “She’ll Be What I Am”

You’ve a matchstick?

Rambo plucked out a cigarette from his pack and asked, “Hey man, you’ve a matchstick?”

“Wouldn’t I have burned the world down already had I had a matchstick?” Burny said with a shrug.

“Eh! Whatever.” Rambo ignored.

“Do you know what is wrong with the world?” Burny hung on to being pissed off.

“No. And I don’t know because may be there is nothing wrong?” Rambo said while he managed to borrow a lighter from a passerby.

“To name one of many, it is You. Guys like you are wrong with the world; guys who cannot see the flaws.”

“Unh! Give me a break Burny. You are saying my optimism is bad for the world?” Rambo said and floated a smoke ring. Continue reading “You’ve a matchstick?”

Slow Death

You are on a date.

You look handsome, she looks pretty.
She is smart and you are witty.

It is going perfect. You had a romantic candle light dinner under the moonless starry sky followed by a tender dance. Welcoming romantic gestures surfaced on her face every once in a while.

You are driving back. You hardly hear what she is saying because fantasies have engaged your senses.

You don’t know for sure why, but you have a feeling that this could be “The Night”.

She plays with her hair while she invites you to her place; if you could hang out for a little while. She has already told you that she lives alone. Her mischievous smile and a tongue rolling on her pink lips reveal her plan.

As your fantasy takes wings and begins to fulfill, your excitement starts exhibiting through your stammer.

Hesitant on the outside, you say, ‘Yeah, Sure.’ while you drool inside.

You border on her place located in an unfamiliar neighborhood.

And Bam! An emergency alarm goes off in your head. Continue reading “Slow Death”

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