Jack and Jill # 20


Jill: Hey, let’s go shopping.

Jack: Sure. Where?

Jill: Umm… I was thinking… Shoppers Stop?

Jack: Umm… or.. Westside?

Jill: But Shoppers Stop has a great Sale going on.

Jack: No. Still, Westside. Please?

Jill: Westside doesn’t have discounts.

Jack: I know. But, they have chairs.


 

Let There Be A Window

When The Odds Are Against Us
And Even We Are Against Each Other,
When We May Not Understand
Or Can’t Even Stand One Another,
In The Middle Of the Wall
That May Separate Us,
Let There Be a Window.

When Our Faces Boil With Anger
And We May Not See the Danger
That We May End Up In Just By
Not Letting It Go,
Even Through Holding On to the Wall
That May Separate Us,
Let There Be a Window.
Continue reading “Let There Be A Window”

Jack and Jill # 19


Jill: Hey, do you think I need to buy some new perfumes.

Jack: Sure. As you like, Sweetie.

Jill: Hmm. So, you think I smell bad. Don’t you?

Jack: Hunh! *confused* of course not.

Jill: You don’t think I smell nice naturally.

Jack: You smell beautiful naturally. Fresh as mint. *pretends sniffing*

Jill: Then why do you think I need perfumes?

Jack: It is just for something better, you know?

Jill: It doesn’t make sense.

Jack: Sure, it does. It is like… umm… You cook at home, right?

Jill: Yeah. So?

Jack: Still, we often eat out the restaurants. Why?

Jill: *thinks*

Jack: *waits for it*

Jill: *sparks* You!!! *the chase begins*


 

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”

Jack and Jill # 18


Jack: Where were you all this while? I missed you.

Jill: Awww… Really? You did? *eyes flutter*

Jack: Of course, I did. I am so used to you that I felt incomplete.

Jill: Oh, my my! I missed you too. *air kisses*

Jack: Where have you been?

Jill: I was, on a Break, you know! *hair wisp play*

Jack: Oh, I see. You know, I was so bored.

Jill: Oh! So, am I your Entertainment? *fumes* I am. Right?

Jack: Oops. No. No, not in that sense.

Jill: I know all your senses. You scoundrel. *punches*

Jack: Can I ask you something, honey?

Jill: What?

Jack: When are you taking your next “break”? *winks*

Jill: Youuu!! Not before I kill you. *the chase begins*


Jack and Jill # 17


Jill: No matter how much you object, I am going to have that kitty party.

Jack: Have it. I don’t mind. But not at our place.

Jill: We are having it here. Right here.

Jack: Ok, but at least, not on Sunday.

Jill: We are having it right here. On Sunday. *the ’bring it on’ look*

Jack: That’s the only day I get to relax, Jill. Why would you ruin it?

Jill: You can peacefully doze in the bedroom.

Jack: No. I want the whole home to myself.

Jill: I’m sorry honey, but that is not happening.

Jack: Ok then, I better prepare for revenge. *sips water*

Jill: Aahn? And how do you plot to do that? *hands on hips*

Jack: *evil grin* I will not put the toilet seat down. *rolling eyes*


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”

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