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Tears rolled out of Aravind’s eyes as he banged on the table that he was sitting on, he had lost his mental peace. Pavithra walked away with a smile, a smile that had a sense of achievement and satisfaction. In the IT firm, they worked for Pavithra was a fresher and acted the damsel in distress while Aravind the Cowboy of guns and roses. It was a new gossip, few naughty ones questioned him how he could act a playboy and change girls quickly. He was quite serious this time, he loved her dearly and even wanted to take it a step further, he dreamt of a life with her. Dates, dinners, and shopping like all. Kisses but never more, when he could hold no more and proposed, she refused and said we are just friends nothing more. The next day’s newspaper had a first-year obituary for Paayal - moaners, family members, and friends - Pavithra, Rohan, and Geetha.        

As Mala rode her bike early in the morning towards her office, zip went a bike crossing her like a torrent. She wished she could tell the boy to control his speed for his own safety. There was a quick flashback running in her mind and she heard a screeching sound near the crossroad, her heart beat faster she knew something was wrong. The young biker was on the road with his head bleeding badly, and an SUV speeding fast. Morning sweepers, stood around to see the boy bleed. The loud sound of the ambulance nor the thought that she was getting late to work didn’t deter her from helping the boy reach the hospital and wait until his relatives and friends reached. He was saved, but Mala cried. She wished her son Abijith could have been saved if not for people to just gather around and watch him die, while he bled on the road that fatal day.

  Chandhini’s heartbeat faster than her eyes blinked, as she sat on the neatly made hotel bed. The brown curtains were closed fully, if not for the floor lamp’s light the whole room would be pitch dark. Her mind was racing that this was wrong and she had to stop it immediately and leave that room. Just then the room bell rang. She could hear her heart load and clear, her new Black XS perfume mixed with her sweat and emitted a different smell, she opened the door. The man barged inside and kicked the door close. He held her tight and kissed her lip, before she realized it, they were in bed. She knew she wanted it badly, she couldn’t control it. It was pure ecstasy, as she moaned and enjoyed every minute until she was totally exhausted. The man came closer and said so do I get paid for this? And they both laughed. Finally the idea of making Rakesh a call-boy, to work out their 15years marriage succeeded! It was the end to the endless arguments and thoughts of divorce between them.      

  Here is my new collection of Bijou stories . Bijou just means short, small, kutty. Yeap! in today's world we don't have time to sip our cup of tea peacefully, where will we have time to read. I have a strange feeling that the habit of reading will soon become a dinosaur, extinct. Lending libraries used to be fun in my days, where we kids used to fight for books. Today's kids hate to read, where will they go to libraries. Maybe like these web series and movies show today's kids would prefer the library for some romance, quiet place no disturbance. Well yeah ! jokes apart. I am planning to adapt to this kindda writing for few more days, let's see how you like it.   One thing is for sure, thanks to my dear buddies who kept pushing me to write more and change my writing style to suit today's taste buds. Well, hope you guys find time to read. Until next time cheers!

I had a dream, To wake up in the morning, without thoughts of work, To get ready to work, without thoughts of my manager, To dress up neatly, without thoughts of my colleagues, To eat my food at ease, without thoughts of carry over work, To wave my family good bye, without any thoughts of the late night return, I had a dream. I had a dream, To drive my vehicle, without thoughts of the day’s meetings, To greet a colleague, without thoughts of his early coming, To sit in the workstation, without thoughts of the work burden, To check mails, without thoughts of receiving a stinker, To smile cheerfully, without thoughts of the work to begin, I had a dream. I had a dream, To smoke my cigarette, without thoughts of the unfinished coding, To eat delicious lunch, without thoughts of the new projects, To think of onsite work, without thoughts of long line of competitors, To work smartly, without thoughts of the deadlines to meet, To chat with friends, without thoughts of t

  Come ye all sweet forties, Like the Asp that killed black beauty, Like the make-up artist of Titanic Rose, Like the artists who love to paint wrinkles, Come ye all sweet forties.   To ridicule me,    For young maidens to beckon as aunty, For cloth store salesmen to say it’s not of my age, For beauty products to queue up one after the other, Come ye all forties.   Come, for if I say no, thou shalt not retreat thy path, Come ye battalion of diseases, Come ye dark circles and sleeplessness, Add on to the pain of hot flushes and irregularity, Come ye all forties.   Come all ye forties, For my best friend shall be the night mirror, For she like a loyal dog hides all my physical flaws, Shows me all but young beauty, I care not, Come all ye forties.   Nay I fear not, Like the stars of tinsel town, I shalt never cross 39, I shalt forever be young like them, Come ye forties for I fear not.   Come ye forties, For they say life beg

 Few days back I had attended a funeral. My colleague’s father who was 91 years old died of Corona virus, even after the traces left him. I observed that most of them, who had come to the funeral said only one thing, might have been nice if he had lived for few more days. While my colleague acted as if the man had died in his prime age. No offence meant, I felt 90 is God’s abundant love, his blessing for the man to live more and see three generations after him. While just yesterday one of my neighbor’s mother passed away with a massive cardiac arrest, I happen to hear the same comments, she was just 65 years, and this is not the time for her to die, too early for God to take her away. It is not fair on the part of fate, well this put me to think, is there any right age to die, that we would feel satisfied and say yes, he/she died it is a good age to die? Well in my opinion no human prefers to die at any age, be it 90 or 16. Life is precious to us, so precious that even after living a l

  On seeing this picture in the net, my brain tickled me and brought the great poet Frost’s work ‘The road not taken’ of course it is still misunderstood by many of his readers. On an organizational context are we ever ready to take the road not taken? Thinking loud definitely no, may be for Frost it made a lot of difference, but is it possible for us? We live in a world which is full of ‘Yes Men’ and where any counter argument with your superior would not be taken in the right sense. Being ethically right is the most toughest thing that any employee could ever do these days, easier path trodden is the one which is unethical, which most of us follow. By unethical I don’t mean using substances at work or swindling money, even taking office stationary home is unethical. On a lighter note like how Marie Antoinette (Bloody Mary) said ‘if they don’t have bread ask them to eat cakes’ supply every employee with excess so that they will not look out for unethical ways to get things. Now if tha