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”

You’re My Hero

Heads would turn as she walked down the street. Gentle breeze would flow through her silky hair and feel mesmerized. Her walk comprised the majesty of the royals. She possessed a flawlessly toned body; his desire and her envy. Seeing her eyes, twinkling stars would blaze of jealousy. She resembled a princess from the fairy land.

No one wondered why she had won The Most Gorgeous Dog of the Year award at the National Dog Show year after year. She was beauty personified in the body of a Golden Retriever! She precisely signified her name, Daisy.

But, there was a ‘but’. All of this would turn into a reason for her to be scared every night. Tonight was no different. Continue reading “You’re My Hero”

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”

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”

Flip the Coin

I gulped dinner and hurried to my room. I did not want to miss even a moment of a quick calm nap that I could steal from a sleepless night that was to follow.

I dusted my bed as if it would make any difference.

An engineering student’s hostel room is a matchless place.

Mysterious ambiance, filthy bed – missing bed sheet, broken window glasses, tables that would see-saw with scratchy sound, moral-immoral-inspirational-offensive-‘As if I give a damn’ attitudes written all over the walls, dusty mirror that would hardly reflect anything, years old calendars hanging for the sake of hot chicks posing on them, grime covered empty hair oil bottles, cutouts from newspaper with James Bond poses and bare bodied Arnolds and Sylvester Stallions; are few of the attributes of making of an engineering guy’s typical hostel room.

This room – my room – was no different. Continue reading “Flip the Coin”

Make Your Own Story

Neerja chose me to be the first nominee for this creative challenge. Thanks Neerja, but it is a responsibility of a kind to give the first tight knot to the string of many more that would join to weave a beautiful story.

Follow the link Make Your Own Story Challenge to know what this is about.

Neerja is one of the very first bloggers that I got to know on WordPress. She has been extremely kind with her comments on my blog and whatever I have written so far. I thank her for everything, including nominating me for this challenge 🙂

Rules of the challenge:

  1. You have to continue from where the nominator has left.
  2. You have to nominate only one person in this challenge.
  3. You have to write the story in next 24 hours.
  4. You have to write 100 words only.
  5. Provide the link of the earlier part of the story.
  6. You are free to end the story.
  7. And yes don’t forget to thank your nominator.
  8. Write your views about the nominee and nominator.

Story so Far…

Once upon a time their existed a wasteland in Patliputra. There lived a little boy named Aditya who was only child of Madhavi and Shankara. They used to love him a lot and wanted him to dream big and get out of this wasted land. But Aditya unlike his parents had some another dream. He wanted to improve and convert his wasteland into a dreamland where everybody wants to live. Aditya knew he had to convince his parents for this but he didn’t how will they react and whether they will approve this idea of his dreamland.

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Story Continues…

The clock struck two past midnight as a stream of snowy moonlight sneaked through the swinging-with-the-breeze curtains and scattered on Aditya’s bed. As the squeaking sparrow went back inside the ancestral wall clock after two tweets, Aditya sneaked out of his bed quietly.

He stuffed pillows under his blanket in a shape to disguise as himself. He tiptoed out to the backyard. He double checked on both sides for no one following him before going behind the banyan tree.

As planned, Shivansh was already waiting for him there. A nod from both of them assured, everything was on track. Aditya plucked out a wrinkled paper from his pocket and Shivansh’s eyes twinkled with a beaming smile.

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I nominate Srichandra to take this forward for so many reasons. One, she is an amazing story-teller with the little bits of life that she sprinkles on her stories. Two, she writes not as often as she should be writing. I hope, this would give her a push 🙂

Good Luck Srichandra and Thanks again, Neerja.


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