The Revenge



the-revenge

‘I don’t like you!’ she said.

‘Well, I can’t say exactly the same. You know why?? Because, I, actually, Hate you!’ he said and exhibited his hatred through a pattering tongue and thumb-on-nose with fingers waving.

She looked away to ignore; as every day, as every time.

He went closer to her, bringing his face right in front of hers, ensuring she sees his pattering tongue and, he wished, she receives a few drops of his spit on her face too. That would make the soul of his skewer rest in peace, he thought. He almost touched her nose with his right pinkie; while his right thumb remained touching his nose and the other three fingers still waved emulating playing a piano.

She slapped his hand away in disgust.

This was routine. They didn’t need a reason to fight; they just needed the two of themselves; nothing else, no one else. They were pro with skills to spark a spat out of nowhere and convert it into a war. They would scratch the hell out of each other verbally and often physically too.

This is how the entire school knew two eight year olds; Arjun and Vaanya!

‘Ok children, sit down.’ Ms. Maria entered the classroom and the ceasefire was imposed. Arjun went back to his seat with his sword, tongue, back in the sheath, mouth. Vaanya gave him an ‘I will kill you!’ look as a parting note.  Continue reading “The Revenge”

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*


 

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*


Along the Way

“This is what I meant when I said this trip is going to be beautiful, Alex.” Alisha said, looking at the scenes from outside the car window. Considering the resistance I had shown to her wish for this trip, I kept mum and continued focusing on driving.

“Just look at the setting sun at the horizon. The lush green farms seem willing to have the sun in their arms. I think they want the sun to sleep in their lap for the night.” she continued in poetic flow.

Bombay theme playing mildly in the car stereo was adding to her smile and composure. On the way back home, now I was wondering why I was not initially in agreement with the marvelous proposal of coming on this one day road trip through a beautiful highway with my even more beautiful wife; especially when she is carrying my baby in her womb and her happiness matters to me the most than ever.

I couldn’t help but turn to look at her mildly smiling face. With one of her palm on our baby-in-the-making and the other busy placing her hair behind her ear to continue the view, she looked utterly adorable. Continue reading “Along the Way”

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”