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*


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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