Speeding..Nowhere...!!

He was standing there alone. Lost in the crowd. People were running here and there. On the streets cars and motorbikes were honking and speeding away. Everyone rushing towards their destination, busy with their own activities...

A 30-some with a velvet handbag stepping into a mall, a school kid waving hands, an elderly couple, hordes of 20-some couples, a street vendor selling 'vada pavs' to his customers, a happy customer enjoying the 'paani puri', a college kid talking on phone having parked his bike to the gang way, so on and so forth...

He was also in a rush. But he sensed he is not like everyone else over there.

Yeah, most of them wore a smile.

Fire...

At first, it was Fire of love...
It grew in ourselves and flamed our passions and dreams!
A fire to love, care and fight for the love.

Later, it was Fire of words...
It grew in ourselves and distanced our stance!
A fire to burn, fight and hate the love.

Now, it is Fire of destruction...
It grew on its own and burnt our lives!
A fire which purified all mistakes and burnt our love.

Fire, it is...

PS: An attempt to the Sunday Scribblings Prompt

Damn this...

She heard him calling her name. She looked everywhere. She could see huge crowd spread over but not him. She walked ahead.

"Suzzanne", the voice was near. She turned back and saw him slowly reaching to her, with his hands wide open yearning for her hug. And someone blocked the view.

She woke up. Damn, this dream!

Free Bird...

A mail popped up on her laptop.

"We have gone too far, opposite, enough not to return. We both tried, together, enough to come back. Its time, we should stop hurting each other; be in pain forever. Lets remain the distant. You are a free bird. Good luck"

"Same to you", she replied.

Gone Are...

Gone are those days, sweet,

When we used to die to run out of office and meet at that place,

shaded with tree's and wrenched benches..!!

Gone are those days...

Gone are those days, sweet,

When I stand besides you watching you talk to your friends

and the breeze gets me a share of your smell!!

Gone are those days..!!

Gone are those days, sweet,

When you sat behind me, clutching onto me tight so that

Nothing can make both of us apart..!!

Gone are those days...!!

Gone are those days, sweet,

When I used to stare at your dimple smiles which;

Gradually grew into beautiful eternal laughter’s..!!

Gone are the days...!!

Gone are the days, sweet,

When we were never tired off saying 'I love you' to

each other through our eyes, lips and words..!!

Gone are the days..!!

Gone are the days, sweet,

When I waited outside your place, impatient, till you came out,

To get the first glance of you and your smile..!!

Gone are the days..!!

Gone are the days, sweet,

When my palms  couldn't stop run through your softened cheeks and earlobes,

Sensing the warmth in you..!!

Gone are the days..!     

Gone are those days, sweet,

When I slept on your lap like a kid, knowing that your fingers will caress my hair;              

 making me sleep sound..!!

Gone are those days..!!

Gone are those days, sweet,

When I used to watch you endlessly, just watching your actions and

the way you made those faces..!!

Gone are those days..!!

Gone are those days, sweet,

When we spoke endlessly about the ourselves, our future, our life together

and even our kids..!!

Gone are those days..!!

Gone are those days, sweet,

When I felt every moment spend with you was not enough

and yearned for more and more..!!

Gone are those days..!!

And now are those days, sweet,

When i miss you every moment, your laughter, your smiles,

your presence and you, My Love..!!
And yeah, now are the days..!!

It Was Raining...

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It was raining

In a crowd,

When our eyes met.

It was raining

On the beach,

When he proposed; blissfully.

It was raining

Our first kiss; crisp

When the rain dripped through our lips

It was raining

Seeing the skies above,

When we made love; eternal.

It was raining

My eyes; teary

When he said bye to me

Forever…

Revengeful Lust...

In every fashion-freak-low-waist-jeans-tight-top girl he can see those cunning eyes. Every smile they bore was coy about their intentions. He could sense the venom that can destroy the mankind entirely. Woman, according to him is a destroyer as much as she is famed to be a creator.

It’s almost two years since Richa had left him. The frustration had never deceased from him. He always used to think where he went wrong? A three year courtship was something that had only good memories except by which the way it ended. It was filled with everything. Dating, Pubbing, Clubbing and those wild days in bed. She used to brag about him in those early years but at the end without any reason she got vanished. The last thing he heard about her is that she is settled in London and had mothered a baby girl.

The beach seemed very crowded today. He stared blank towards the street. Hundreds of people are parading in all directions. His eyes were wandering aimless. There were children, young couples, teenagers, elderly people; of all kind and varieties. Beautiful girls with curly hairs, silky and rough hairs were meandering here and there. He tossed his eyes everywhere frantically this time without any intention of finding anyone in particular.

That is when he saw a group of girls standing near the coffee shop beside the road adjacent to the beach. A grin broke from his face. Approaching them was not a difficult task since he had mastered the art of throwing ‘one-liners’ at chicks and befriending them. That became his forte, something polished to perfect after he was dumped by Richa. As usual he got clicked and the coffee was getting tastier for everyone. It took only half an hour for him to spot the special one from them.

Two days later he got an instant message from her. Gratified with the result of the play he gamed on the coffee shop he took his keys and in a minute he was on his way to her flat. She seemed to be alone and was covering a mask of loneliness, as he expected. Wearing a loose t-shirt and a knee length skirt she got him a cup of juice and few eatables.

It was the second time clock belled after his arrival. Both were sitting very close, as close as that both could feel the heat of their breaths. Her bosoms looked perfect, same as those which always lingered on his mind. Every breath of hers heaved her chest rhythmically. The low waist skirt she had worn made it all easy. The manhood, fuming lava inside him, bribed his fingers to cruise through her curves.

He felt an internal sensation fingering his carnal lascivious nerves. In all girls he slept with; he saw Richa's face.

Half an hour of 'slave-master' games.When it was all over, wiping out the sweat from forehead he got into the bathroom for a shower. Somewhere he had read there is nothing great like having a smoke after sex. But he preferred this way. He believed his sins are been washed out under that shower of chilled water sprinkles. She lay there in her birth suit, holding her paced breath flow, each cell of her body still relishing the state of elysium he had rendered to her.

He did his dressing part. Lit one cigarette and just walked out, not even staring at her once. A wild ecstasy overwhelmed him. One more 'Richa' is being preyed.

A revenge for what Richa did to him.
After all Richa had left him complaining of not satisfying her needs. She was very particular about those needs. And he was very naive then.
A lusty revenge.

Yeah, this gave him the wildest kick; even better than an orgasm.

Walking On The Beach...

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Shaun walked aimlessly. The brisk wind was playing with his hair. His steps were getting muddled with the sand beneath. The rubber slipper he was wearing was trying to get out of the clutch of fingers.

‘Sir, please buy one ice cream.’

He looked back. A thin bare chested boy was standing with a box full of ice creams. Out of pity Shaun purchased one ice cream. In between his leaking nose and lower lip there came a smile, almost! Without a time waste he hurried to his next prospective customers. He was trying hard to manage the big box in his hands together with his ragged trouser. Seeing the boy going happy two beggars approached Shaun.

‘Sir, didn’t have food since long’

Their faces were complimenting each other. Seems they were sisters or maybe mother and daughter. Their eyes were hunger-stricken. Shaun looked at his ice cream and then without a second though he handed it over to the younger girl. They were not that happy with his gesture and asked for some pennies. But then by that time Shaun had moved ahead.

He could see lots of kids playing on the beach. Few were building castles with sand. The naughty ones will wait till the castle is on half way to break them to ground. Few kids were playing ‘catch-me-if-you-can’ with the tides. A smile came to his mind. He always had loved kids. He always had adored their innocence. He always had envied their ‘tension-free’ life.

The sun was half dipped in the ocean, looking bright red. The horizon looked blood red with a touch of golden streaks. Few migrating birds added beauty to the picturesque view. While enjoying the sight Shaun’s eyes got locked at a couple. Never bothered about the surroundings, they were busy with themselves. The woman was holding his hands tight and the only thing they could see were each others eyes. The silence between them seemed to add the romance between them. Then slowly their lips met, explored each others, and then that turned onto a wild kiss. Her fingers ran through his hair and his hands through her back.

Shaun stared them for few moments and then headed towards where his car is parked. The sun had almost gone under the vastness of the ocean. His face was searching for someone. That is when he noticed an elderly couple chatting. They were older by how many years, he couldn’t guess, but the freshness in their faces which was overflowing made him understand how much they were in love with each other. The old lady was helping her partner to walk with his ‘walking-stick’

‘How long had you been married?’ Out of curiosity Shaun asked them. At first the couple stared at him confused. Then the old man said, ‘55 years’ and kissed on her cheeks, gently. Shaun saw that she still was blushing. He stood motionless. The couple walked away. He stared at them endlessly.

The reality stuck him then suddenly

The final hearing of his divorce case is to be benched tomorrow.

Is there any comeback…

He walked slowly, aimlessly… Shattered…!!

Silver Moon Light...

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Sara closed her eyes tight, dived deep into the blanket, but still couldn’t sleep properly. Not more than five minutes, she popped her head out; took a deep breath. Got up and sat on the bed with her blanket draped tightly on her. She moved her hands aimlessly on the bed. There was no one other than her; empty.

A breeze brushed her. She looked out. The sky looked adorable with stars and the stunning moon. She felt the breeze carried some message. Somebody was trying to call her, tell her something. Spreading her hands on the bed she closed her eyes. For the last few years she had shared this room with someone special, never had slept alone over here except for the last two days. It was all fun to be on this bed at any point of time.

She heaved a deep sigh

Again the breeze came. She got up from the bed and headed towards the window. With her moist eyes she saw the full moon. She felt as if it wanted to say something to her. Did she see a smile coming from the moon? They always used to imagine moon with smiles. With a shade of sadness she remembered how they used to get imaginative talking about moon. They used to humanize the moon and were their next best friend. They enjoyed the peaceful pearl colored moon rays that were showered upon them.

She went upstairs, opened the door and reached the terrace. The trees surrounding her house were not in their best of moods. The intermittent breeze was trying its best to wake them up and make the leaves dance with it. It seems they are also not in a mood. A heavy sadness prevailed over the area. She came to the corner of the terrace and stared at the moon. Moments flew and the moon winked at her. Rather she felt so. She pinched herself to check reality. Another stare at the moon she felt the moon was calling her: trying to say something.

She ran downstairs, past her bedroom, living hall and the main door in a jiffy and rushed on to the rocky garden outside her compound. Reaching onto the top of that rocky garden she looked up to the sky. The moon was shining more brightly showering silver rays. Panting, she could feel the presence of someone. She held her hands high pointing the moon. A cool breeze came from nowhere. She embraced herself tight. This is the spot where they used to chat about life, love and children, the place where they used to sing songs together, fight with each other under the moonlight, the place where they sat together in union with the nature.

Emma, I miss you…You were more than a twin sister to me. Hope, your untimely death will not part us away. Come hug me…

She could feel; the hug. The breeze, moonlight and the night hugged her.

From somewhere, Emma hugged her.

Cruelty...

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He could not see her eyes. Her face was searching for something in the sand. Her toes were making some random shapes on it. And time to time, the waves cleared whatever she tried to draw, slowly and calmly. The birds were flying towards to horizon. There was no chirping. Just flying steadily, carrying grief. There was no breeze at all. The people who were there on beach seemed emotionless. The sea itself seemed tired. The sun looked dim. One more look at her. She is still sitting keeping her face down. He could see her lips trembling, her fingers restless. Her hair was covering her cheeks. A deep sigh!

He swam through his thoughts. How the hell I will convince her? Can she live without me? Will she smile again? Yeah, but this is good for her. Pain at this stage will be better for her. If she can wipe out all our memories, it’s better for her. Let her find time to get out of me. Let her start hating me. After all I am breaking a divine relationship, without giving much of reasons. But its fine. She will recover from this. She will learn to live without me. He wanted to say a lot. But words stuck somewhere down his throat. He could sense his heartbeats skipping, knees weakening, stomach contracting.

“Goodbye Veda. Wish you the best in your life, the best man, the best family, the best everything. We were not meant to be together. It will be good if we stop everything over here. There is a great life ahead for you. Just understand, he paused, we were not destined to be together”

She didn’t say anything. A deep sigh, again.

“But why Avneep? You never loved me or what? Where did we go wrong. What about our dreams? What about our…” She sobbed. She raised her face. He could see her eyes. It was moist. She fumbled. Tears were almost trying to escape from her eyes.

“There is no answer to your why. This has to happen. There is no way out. I had lots of thoughts. I fought with my inner self. Let’s not discuss about it much. Rather I don’t want to. As you said, maybe I am cruel. Let it be like that.” He felt like stabbing himself. It started drizzling. Rain drops got bigger and bigger. She was getting drenched. She always looks beautiful with wet hair, he thought. He always loved her face covered with rain drops.

He turned back. Took all the courage, he walked and walked. He wanted to run. He could sense his legs getting limp. He wished to go back and hold her hands. Burry her under his arms and hold the warmth intact. He wanted to wrap her face with his palms. Kiss her eternally. Feel her fragrance. He wanted to cry. And he did. The rain drops got mixed with his tears. He dared not to look back. He didn’t want to see her standing helplessly. He hoped she be strong.

…….

He still can’t memorize the name of the cancer he was subjected to.

The only thing he knew was, there is no return.

No Where...

No where near by
No where far by

I can feel her fragrance…

No where near by
No where far by

I can hear her voice…

No where near by
No where far by

I can see her presence…

No where near by
No where far by

I think I can smile…

Pic Courtesy : - Parnelld

Pain...

Never intended to hurt you…
Believe it or not
Blame it or not
Pain is not only yours…

Let Me Be The One...

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Not once not twice,

I call your name a thousand times

Hoping secretly you will hear it atleast once…

Is it something people say to be aware of

I mean is this what people say is love…

Your smile moves my heart,

Its got the innocence of a child

And your eyes got the hunger for me…

Behind those beautiful eyes lies deep grief..

I can see it though you never say a word

Come, let me be the one to hold you tight..

Give me your sorrows and I will shu them away…

Your dreamy eyes are meant to love

Remember I Am always there for you…

Damn This World...

I don’t know. I really love spending time with her. If someone asks me why I am attracted to her, I got hundreds of reasons. No other woman had made me feel this way.

Her lips are so pink in color. Every other girl envied this part of hers. There is a talk among guys that nobody else’s lips are as ripe as hers. Perfectly shaped and curved. Looking into those lips itself is a great pleasure. But the best feature in her face is her smile. Her smile had captivated lots of guy’s desires in my class. The way she smiles is something worth watching.

I am very lucky to have her as a friend. I am the one who spends the most time with her in college. She is never attached to anyone else as the way she is to me. But does she know me? Does she understand me or my feelings? Does she that I love her?

I don’t think so.

Yeah, I am in love with her. Her smile, her gentle touch, her chatter, her cribbing, her excitements, her enthusiasm, the way she walks, the way she dances, the way she hum tunes, the way she gets angry, the way she play with kids, the way she handle people, her opinions, her eccentricities and what not.

Yeah, I am in love with her. Her sparkling eyes, her wide smile, her beautiful nose, her protruding lips, her perfectly curved body, her dressing sense, her smell, her voice, her hugs and what not?

Yeah, I am in love with her. But does she know that? She won’t ever realize how much I love her. Even if she realize she won’t understand me. She will never respect my feelings for her, my cravings for her, my desires to be with her, to be pampered by her, to pamper her, to be caressed by her. Never ever I can reveal my desire to spend my whole life with her, to make love with her.

Loving her is becoming a pain. A pain which I can never share with anyone else. Even if I share it will only elevate my pain. Damn this world. Nobody is there to understand to my feelings. Nobody is there to accept my feelings even if they understand.

After all in this society it is a taboo for a woman to have such feelings for other woman.

Damn this world !!

Unplanned Trip...

His mother was throbbing her chest heavily. Her voiced cracked while conversed on phone. After the first call she dialed his father’s number, then someone and then someone else and he could feel her voice very dampened. He didn’t understand anything but realized there was something to worry. He tried to prod his mother to tell what happened but all in vain. Maybe a six year old is not supposed to know that.

In half an hours time his father reached back at home. He had never seen him so early from office other than for his birthdays. By the time his mother had wrapped herself in some old Sari of hers. There were no traits of make ups on her face this time and he wondered how the hell in such a less time she got ready to go out. He don’t remember even one instance where his father hadn’t had waited for his mother to get ready for an outing.

“What about me. I am also coming.” He tried to get in with their plan. His mother looked at him helplessly; her eyes read and teary and her nose leaking a bit. The kerchief she used was almost wet and she started to use the tip of her saree too.

“No you are not coming. Play with your grandfather and grandmother”, his father quipped. Following that, came a pat of grandmother which irritated him. He loves to be with his old grandfather who got his white mustache polished everyday, every minute: but not today. He wanted to be with his mother. But what a six year old child can do. ‘This world is that of elders’ he thought.

After some five hours they came back. He asked where they had gone. Mom didn’t say much. She went to the bathroom. Her face was swelled upon. Again, this is the first time that his mother didn’t plant a kiss after coming back from an outing. He felt bad for his cheeks. He looked up to his father. He was there talking to the elders in a very hushed voice. He remembers his father doing talks in a hushed voice whenever he wanted to give any surprise to anyone; and always it flopped big time. A smile creaked for a second and he got a feeling there is some surprise in store.

“What happened, Papa?” He went near to his father and tried to stand on his feet. He always loves doing that. His father got long legs and it is always a fun to stand on his feet cuddling his legs. He could feel his father’s long fingers passing through his silky hair. He looked up his father’s face.

“My Superman”, his father started, “your sister Priya went for a trip. She didn’t even tell anyone of us. We don’t know why she went but now you won’t have her around you to play with. She won’t be there to play ‘hide and seek’ or ‘snake ladder’ and sing rhymes to you.

She was his best sister, his maternal aunt’s daughter. Long hair, wide smile, soft cheeks, magical fingers, lengthy skirts, golden nose ring, red bangles on her both hands; he used to love her presence. She used to make him sleep in peace at nights whenever she was here. But those things won’t be there anymore. That is what his father says to him. “But why?” he asked again and again. “She might be angry with us or may be she don’t love us.” By saying that, his father got up and headed to the bedroom.

He sat there only. Where would have she gone? With whom she might have gone? Why she hadn't told anyone before going? When is she going to return back? Or where should we go to meet her again?

-->And what is this ‘suicide’ thing which he overheard his father saying to his grand father? He stood there thinking.

Doctor.com

“Check the site doctornet.uk.com”, a rough voice bounced over him.

Abhinav turned back. It was his project manager Batra. A stout person, he was just behind him holding a coffee mug in one hand and a burger in the other. Without wasting an iota of time he closed all messenger windows which were open on his desktop. The social network sites were minimized.

Calling back what his boss had asked him to do; he clicked on the Mozilla explorer, the new downloaded web browser. He was happier to operate with that than the old fashioned Internet Explorer. He typed in the title bar and checked for the site.

“Abhinav, I want you to open Doctor.com” Batra sounded impatient.

Abhinav stared at the monitor. He read what he had written. ‘docter.com’. One thing was confirmed. There is some mistake in what he had written. What the fuck? Now how this hell word spells? His fingers moved through the keyboards aimless. He recalled the day when his English teacher scolded him for making mistake in the spelling of ‘Friend’. He forgot to add ‘i’ into the word. His word ‘Frend’ also was sounding the same. He forced himself to think harder. Is it an ‘e’ or an ‘a’ in the word my project manager want? He asked himself.

Abhinav, don’t waste time. Just check it out –DOCTOR.com. This time Batra stressed more on the word.

24 years of age. Right from Kindergarten I am having problem with letters. I never understand where to use vowels. He completed high schooling facing all taunts from teachers. Engineering was completed with high flying colours but still he realized he was many a times a laughing stock due to this problem of his.

With all guts, he once again wrote ‘Doctar.com’. ‘Oh my beloved God, help me out from this situation. Please evolve in front of me as the alphabet which should be actually befitted into the word after‘t’ and before ‘r’, he prayed. Sweat drops emerged on his face from all the pores.

20 years of repeated conscious efforts to improve this problem of his had created a kind of I-Hell-Give-A-Damn attitude towards this. Though initially he always used to feel embarrassed for his silly mistakes, in a later stage he covered all those with his academic performances. He cleared his 12th exams scoring high marks, joined engineering and finally completed masters in business management.

“Abinav, what’s happening? What the hell are you typing? Are you on grass? It is D-O-C-T-O-R.com what I want.” Batra sounded much psyched out. He spelled each alphabet separately and his voice echoed the whole cubicle. Abhinav didn’t feel like looking at others. ‘What will be others thinking about him? An MBA graduate who don’t know the spelling of a very common word. A word, which we start hearing from the age memories are imprinted in our brain.’ He felt like diving deep into some ocean or just running fast to some thick dense forest.

Abhinav typed on the screen, ‘doctor.com’, this time perfectly as dictated by his mentor. Some web page got opened. Batra came forward and checked the site. Clicked here and there, and made his way back to his cabin. Abhinav sat there aghast with a hangdog expression. Some of his colleagues came to him.

One of them kept patting him behind. Abhinav got up from his chair. “Yeah, I do have some problem with vowels. I always make mistakes when words with vowels are written. Now what the fuck I can do about it? I am facing this very bloody problem from the bloody start of my life, from the time I got memories, from the time when I know what bloody fucking thing a language is. Yeah I got some confusion with few letters in my mother tongue and with English too. I tried my best to change that problem, but the bloody hell it hounds me like a dick head, many a times putting me in an awkward position. Now why the hell you people are behind me. Just for another mother fucking laughing stock” Abhinav sat back on his chair. He took the pen in his hand and started twirling in between his fingers.

Everyone surrounding him sat silent.

“Hey, chill man. That’s not a unique problem. We all know you are the best. Its just a small imperfection.” Sidharth, his friend, murmered.

It was a total silence in the cubicle.

Weekly Horoscope...

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8.00 AM

The whistle of the pressure cooker cried aloud. Susheela was sweeping the floor in the front room. Its only the first whistle, she thought. The phenol smell was punching her nose. Manoj sat there reading newspaper. Dressed in his company uniform this is his routine before the company bus comes to pick him up. He was a man in his early fifties. His face was showing his ageing process through some wrinkles here and there. Some grey hairs had already found its place among the others. When Asha and Anusha teased him of getting old he would quip that’s the premonition of something good that is going to happen. He then always used to narrate the anecdote of his grandmother stating that when luck is on your way, it is notified in the form of grey hairs on head. But he was not sure whether she had referred about any bald head like the one he is sporting.

The third whistle blew loudly and this time very fiercely. Leaving the sweeping mat in the floor itself Susheela ran towards the kitchen. Wiping her dirty hands in the Saree, she got the stove off. “Manu, I want an exhaust fan over here”, she said in a loud voice, “it’s very hot over here in kitchen. You won’t understand the difficulty.” There was no reply from the living hall. “Only we woman knows what it is like to be in a kitchen in a boiling temperature. You guys only need to move your ass from the comfortable sofa to the cushioned seat near the dining table. There will be everything on the table ready to be served.” She said to herself in a husky voice.

“Don’t worry better half. Did you read the horoscope for this week? It reads a great week coming for me. TAURUS: You will have a wonderful week. You will be rewarded both professionally and personally. Your long pending promotion will be awaiting you. New purchases for household are on cards. Monetary problems will be resolved and your love life will be exciting.” He passed a loud laughter after reading out his horoscope. It was for the week September 13 to September 20. “Lady, Its a rewarding week for me this time.”

Susheela came back to the living room. Not much impressed with his excitement she continued to sweep the tiled floor. “Now what do you mean by excited love life. Two grown up daughters, couple years before retirement, sloping down health; I think there are many more things to get excited.” The pace of sweeping increased gradually wiping of the whole dirt the precious day had left when gone.

Manoj got up from the sofa. He kept the newspaper folded on the glass teapoy and came near to Susheela. “Age is not a barrier for these things, wife”, he hushed in her ears. She blush a little. She always does when he calls her ‘wife’. “Oh shut up, kids are there in the other room. You don’t know when to get romantic and where.” She took the bucket and headed towards the bathroom. Aasha came out from her bedroom and gave a hug to her father. “Where is Anusha” he enquired. “She is in the bathroom having her hour long bathe.” Planting a kiss on his cheek she switched on the television.

“Susheela, I am leaving; surprises waiting for you in the evening.” He took his bag and left the flat. “This man will never change” Susheela thought. A small smile bloomed on her face A coy smile.

6.30 PM

Hours later she was surfing the television. Jumping from channel to channel ‘Aaj Tak’ caught her attention. Breaking News. She stopped by. For Aaj Tak and India TV there will be something breaking news all the time, she thought. Reading the news she got enraged. ‘What will be this nation’s state if such devils try to break the peace now and then’ she thought. The count was increasing showing the monstrous face of the blasts that rocked in five spots in the city.

She took the mobile to give Manoj a call. That is when she realized why didn’t he call after the blasts? Maybe he might not be aware of it, she thought. She dialled the number. The whole network was jammed. She went near to the landline and dialled her husband. Ring went but, no one responded. He will be in bus and the mobile in vibrating mode, she thought. “This happens most of the times. I don’t understand why he need to keep in vibrating mode”, she said to herself. She redialled the number. Did he go to buy the exhaust fan? Did he plan some surprises buying goodies this week? Her thoughts started going wild. Her face started to reflect the panic which was growing in her mind. She dialled the number again and again.

Nobody answered the call, ever.

Unwanted Monthly Guest...

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HER Part

She looked at her tummy. Though not in perfect shape, there were no traces of extra fat. She felt it with her hands. She could feel an inward pull. The pain was unbearable. She could feel an eruption of volcano inside. She felt a 1000 kilogram weights were hanging around her chest. She wished to unload those assets at least for a split second to relieve her of her agony. She heard him remove his shoes and climb up that wooden staircase. A gentle hug, a peck on her nape, caressing her curvy bosoms from sides, she knew what was going to follow step by step. As expected, not even with a slight change in the routine, he came close by, caressed her hips, nibbled her ears and moved slowly towards his favourite place. But today she was not enjoying what she yearns the other twenty five days of a month.

She could feel the dryness between her legs, as a premonition of a flood that is to be affected. How she abhors the extra piece of cloth she need to place between her legs. She felt like kicking his groin since he should also know how it feels when there is a burning in between the thighs. She tried to escape from his cage of hug.

HIS Part

The day in office was pretty hectic and he wanted to share his joys and sorrows with her. He wanted to feel her presence, her caring words and the warmth of her body.

She was standing in the foyer facing those black curtains covering half of the windows. The silky nightwear she was wearing was his favourite. Without making any sound, with the rose he bought from the vendor boy in the traffic signal in one hand, he hugged her from behind. He wanted her to turn around and reciprocate with a warm hug. Some expectations are better if not thought off. A peck on her neck was not the best he had given. But still he knew how she loved his warm lips wandering aimlessly over there. His hands rounded her belly and he clutched the rose between his hands and her navel. He wondered why she was standing there aloof. When he thought of caressing more enough to make her happy, she shivered a bit and tried to bust his embrace.

THEIR Part

“You don’t have any other thing to do or what. All you want is to satisfy your carnal desires” She roared. Her gruff voice cracked and eyes were spitting fire.

He stood there flummoxed. He didn’t want her to get upset. All he wanted was the warmth of hers. A hug would have done that. But he knows she too enjoyed him caressing her flesh. She can be a dormant soul only when she is facing the biological invasion that is only designed for womanhood.

But he empathised with her. The pain, the emotions, the irritations she was going through can never be felt. A woman after all, suffers these things whole through her green years. Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches. He wanted to be with her, through her feelings, through her irritations and through her pains.

He went to their bedroom. There she was standing in front of the window. She was staring into the infinity. He stood behind her. After a second thought he called her by name, the one which is very exclusive for them, and the one which he calls her when they both are left only for each other. He could hear her sigh, but was standstill. He just stood closely, again placed his hands around her, gently. “It is unbearable or what?” He whispered.

“Yeah, it is early this month. And it’s blowing a hole in me.”

“No problem, we will share the pain together” He just stood there hugging her. She could feel the warmth of his body. Ironically, that was soothing the warmth inside hers. She turned back; looked into his eyes. She could sense his despair that he was not able to offer any help other than an emotional crutch. They stood hugging each other with their eyes closed.

“Just be with me”, she fondled his lush lips with hers.

He could feel the weak beats of her ticker.