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”

A Letter To My Daughter

Darling Daughter,

Today, you turn two. It is 4 am and seeing you sleeping carefree with half-open mouth, wide spread arms and teeny-tiny snores, I feel at peace.

Thankfully, probably the only worry you have today is ‘how do I convince mom to let me play in the sandpit for a little more’; I have, unfortunately, bigger things to be bothered about.
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