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THE PRICE PAID FOR DREAMING BIG.

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Three years to the day

A dream aborted on the way

A dream, still alive and burning

Courage trying to overcome

the fear underlying

The heart feels weak now

Tired of trying and fighting

But never retreating

fully

ever.

I will reclaim what was lost

Just buying my time now

To finish the unfinished

Do watch out for me

I ain’t over…yet.

For – Real Toads

Poets United

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SAME OLD STORY.

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Wake up

Cook

Serve,

Repeat

Day in and Day out.

 

Me time? What is it?

Hasn’t seen it for years.

 

Let go,

Detach,

Forget, Forgive…

I don’t care anymore.

 

A hug,

A thanks

A satisfied smile

My only reward.

 

For – dVerse Poets Pub

tenword short poems.

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THE ELABORATE SET UP.

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Arundati placed her empty teacup down on the table and looked at her daughter-in-law. Sharanya looked away, the unshed tears threatening to spill…and it did when Arundati hugged her. “I am so sorry Sharu. I blamed you all these years. I have been blinded by mother’s love and have been impractical in my thinking.”

Sharanya pulled back and wiped her tears. “I had to tell you the truth, mom. I cannot bear the humiliation anymore,” she said sniffing.

Arundati took Sharanya by her shoulders and crouched down before her, “let me set this set this straight myself. No need to tell Ani anything. Let us meet Prabhuji Maharaj. He will have some solution for sure. I still can’t believe that Ani hasn’t gotten over that bitch…. Fiona! I didn’t even like her name.” With that she got up and collected her bag from the couch. “Wash your face and put on some powder, you look like a wreck. Let us get going,” she commanded.

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Post dinner, Anirudh was relaxing in front of the TV, changing channels getting bored with mindless programs. “Sharu, make me a drink please,” he yelled.

Instead Sharanya sat besides Ani setting a plate with pieces of apple and a bottle of peanut butter on the center table. “Let us eat apple instead,” she said smiling. He glanced at her curiously and let out a whistle seeing her dressed in sexy satin lingerie. She felt like an enchantress rather than a seductress. He leaned back on the sofa and crossed his arms, waiting for Sharu to come forth with some sort of explanation, as this wasn’t her nature.

“Mom visited.”

“Ah! That explains. So what was her advice this time apart from seducing me?” he asked sarcastically.

“She had come with a mission on her mind. And was determined enough to take me to an IVF specialist. She called me ahead and instructed me to take the day off. Nothing new there. But I was tried of all this and wanted to end it once and for all. I told her that you were still in love with Fiona and that is the reason we could not consummate our marriage…yet.”

“Fiona? Hahahahahaaa….” Ani could not contain his laughter. Sharu laughed along with him. “Poor Fiona, I had to drag her into this…but, I had to say something right?”

“That doesn’t explain your intention,” he mocked playfully.

Rolling her eyes, Sharu took a piece of apple from the tray, dipped it in the peanut butter and took a bite seductively. Avi was amused. He stared at her, waiting for her to explain.

“Mom took me to Prabhuji Maharaj,” she explained.

Avi shook his head disbelievingly. “This whole set up is his idea?”

“Yes. He has blessed this apple. It is now potent enough to make me preggers…whether you do your part or not,” sarcasm dripped from every word of hers.

Avi took Sharu’s hand and looked into her eyes. “Sharu, sorry yaar for putting you through all this. Mom and dad will never understand. Nor will others. They will never accept our sexuality. To the world, Mohit will remain my best friend and Phalguni your best friend. Our marriage of convenience has become a huge problem and you have been at the receiving end of it.”

“Relax ya Avi. Thank god we haven’t let it affect our friendship. We both knew what we were getting into. And isn’t it enough that Mohit and Phalguni are our pillars? It has been 4 years now and I am used to all this crap. I am still open to the idea of adoption to please THE society. What say?”

“Ok, let us think it over. For now, serve me a piece of that forbidden fruit. Who knows Prabhuji Maharaj’s magic may really work and I may become your Adam,” winked Ani.

 

For – The Book Club’s Writing Prompts

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THE MORNING AFTER.

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“Hey Levis, Why so pale?”

HUGO chuckled, “Calvin K, you were there too. Red wine and vodka did not gel well with him. Puke stains…he is nursing a bad hangover.” Levis threw daggers at HUGO.

I was suffering my own agony. Imagine being farted in your face all through the evening. Yuck! make that multiple times. I was knocked unconscious. See, I am still blue,” replied Calvin K ruefully.

“Look at Marks and Spencer…all wrinkled, spent and wrung out. Victoria was all over them last night. At least they had a blast,” winked ElleenF.

M&S glared at her. “Cut it out ElleenF. Victoria is supposed to be a secret,” they shouted in unison.

Hanky panky whooped and fluttered in the afternoon breeze. She was clearly amused by their agony.

 

For – The Mag

 

 

 

 

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JHOOT BOLE KAUWA KAATE.

I am a liar! Gottacha! Don’t smirk even before you hear me out :)

I lied a lot during my childhood days. No, I wasn’t a deviant or a delinquent, I lied mostly to save my a@*

We all lie. It is survival instinct…think about it.

This incident when I must have been around 7 years of age. My mom’s elder sister lived in Mysore with her family. And we were in Bangalore. This happened during the summer holidays when we went to visit them.

I was a part of a gang called “The Terrible Three” – where I was just an add on. The main members of the group were my brother G and my cousin brother B. Being the only girl, I had no option but to be one of them or be singled out and called a sissy. And I chose to be one of them. And they were notorious for their mischiefs.

B’s elder brother P, my eldest cousin brother, had an enviable sticker collection, which he had neatly pasted in many scrapbooks. That was the time when we did not get sticker sheets as we do now. Stickers came free with bubble gum or chocolates or in exchange of 5 or 10 bubble gum wrappers. The bubble gum cost some 20 to 30 paisa which was not cheap. In short, he had collected them painstakingly over years. He had categorized them too.

One day, B decided to flick them. He wanted to show off that he could get away with anything. And he did not just take the books and hide them but he cut each and every sticker from the various books!!! The books were mutilated. And we divided the spoils equally among the three of us. Every day we would shut ourselves in the storeroom, exchange stickers and re-count them. And everyday we would hold our breath whenever P would open his desk drawer. That must have put P on guard because he could not fathom the reason we followed him whenever he went into the room.

And one fine day, humari chori pakadi gayi. The elders of the house held court. I found it difficult to see P. He was devastated. Anger and pain was writ on his tear stained face. I started crying as our parents started questioning us. Both G and B were mute. P wanted to know the location of the stickers and I dutifully led him to the storeroom even as my other gang members were throwing daggers at me with their looks. I extracted 3 envelope covers belonging to each of the gang members. P started crying afresh after seeing the stickers and the state they were in. I cried with him, I had not meant to hurt him. Giving those stickers back was the least I could do. B got a sound thrashing. G and I were let off with stern warning because we were the ‘guests’ and the whole idea of this was B’s in the first place.

This was a mischief done in the innocence of childhood. But today we see lot of children, especially teenagers committing crimes because they want to fit it with a particular ‘happening’ group.

It takes courage to say the truth…think about it.

Written for Indiblogger Happy Hours

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