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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.   C...

 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...

  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...

To be or not to be was Hamlets’,  But, to eat or not to eat is ours, World of colored and flavorful foods, To tingle our brain and tongue, And push us into the everlasting hell of flabbiness. Nay! Good soul, Repent for all that goes in, For it’s not too late, Nay! Though art doomed, Repenting will not stop you, From ill-health which is leeching There they are… Lustrously flat like the belly of a young fair maiden, Sprinkled with goodness of fertilized vegetables, And meat of hen or goat, Topped with cheese, to stay forever, Dangling in our belly, Named pizza, the first ever devil, To jeopardize man’s life Nay! Good soul, Stop, for there are healthy options, It’s not too late, Nay! Taste of cheesy goodness, Cannot stand before     Boiled fresh vegetables… Minced meat or vegetables, round in shape, Between wife and mistress, And wetness of mayo and cheese, Made of Maida, pure sin, in every bite, But, mad...

The soft music of the shepherd, The bleating of a flock of sheep,  Melodious songs of the young shepherdess, Green Meadows spread over acres, Chill breeze over the mountains, Rare scene indeed for today’s youth, Unheard is the songs of the farmers, Happy tunes to make mother earth greener, Pleasant melodies to reap as well as sow, In harmony with the little birds chirp on the trees, Sound of water from the nearby well attune to these songs, Rare sight of green mother earth, Mud and thatched huts with dunk floors, Clay walls, which would melt like a farmer’s heart, Earthen vessels to cook healthy food, Food with no artificial flavoring and coloring, Families sit together for a hearty meal, Rare spectacle indeed in modern world, Sparkling, azure blue, crystal clear river water, Flowing down the lane, with a musical note, Young village women singing tunes of beloved, Bathing and filling their mud pots with water, Laughter and merry a...

  Day in and day out doesn’t make a difference, I sit all day on the pathway, Different people different nature, Few with sparkling jewelry but not a penny to spare, Few care to share from a broken wallet, I blame none for this is my job.   My one and a half legs, Stinking, torn and dirty clothes, Dark skin unwashed for many years, Inability to work and longing for one square meal, Put together makes me a beggar.   No, I was not born to beg, Nor was I the raja of Travancore, Born with God’s gift deformity, I ask goddess that I see every day, as I beg outside, Why my mother threw me off, And why I grew up digging the garbage box, Envying people with two legs and parents, What harm did I do, For fate to be so harsh on me?   I see men and women passing by me, It is not my fancy to beg, For some say I am young and could work to earn, If I had why I would pose in shame, I cry out in hun...

I am an ordinary woman, Like every single one here, Never do anything forbidden, Mother of two, with a tear, Was slender and cool like a cucumber, Now more like a melon swollen an acre, Glow and beauty devoured by my own flesh, I wish like the computer there was a refresh, To bring back the lost blush and finery, And the everlasting glorious smile as a jewelry, I am an ordinary woman…   I am an ordinary woman, Like every single one here, Never do anything forbidden, Mother of two, with a tear, Like Cinderella singing merrily, Tweeting with the birds queerly, Love brought more blush to my cheeks, Like an innocent maiden happiness on the peeks, Marriage and children a blessing indeed, But, God why did you sow a weed, I am an ordinary woman…   I am an ordinary woman, Querying you lord, oh mighty, Why do you strip us of our beauty? Like a carrot and stick, You give motherhood with a prick? I...

I see you every day, Busy with your work, Doing your chores searching a prey, Though you choose to merk, An insignificant creature, Always, a woman’s night mare You wander around, Some time under the mixi, Or run about on the ground, Totally driving me crazy Engulfed in business, I dare not leave you unattended, For you tend to use your wiseness, And try to taste my dishes already tested Coward’s last brave decision, When life shuts down its doors, A battle of life’s game to end in precision, Wrath of fate at its core, Humans tend to fall a prey, And hug the evil hands of ugly death, You always stay at bay, Never to jump on a wall with gay For fate is the same, Between you and me, You stand on the wall and say tap, tap, tap... And I stand on ground to dance to fate tap, tap, tap...

Today, I am a proud father, Walking the aisle with the little princess, The little bride to be… The little fairy born with cherry colored toes, On a cloudy day to bring showers in my life, A blessing of my life…. There was nothing sweeter than her smile, No fancy poem can ever describe her beautiful walk, She was most beautiful flower in my life’s garden… Feeding her a morsel of food, Was not even equal to all the finest food filling my stomach, I wonder if it is elixir of life… When she walked off to school, Her bag carried my heart away with her, I saw my mother in her eyes… Years passed by, But still my daughter remained a little princess to me, The same as what I saw her on that cloudy day… When she graduated, No other dad than me would have felt so proud, With my eyes clicking snaps for my heart’s memory… The shirt with her first salary, Proved to be the best even amidst all my finest suits, I still remember the day when I boasted to all my friends… When s...

Beauty of an angel, Dressed in all fineries of white, Your bright, beautiful eyes, Crystal clear Cleopatra like skin, All hidden under the veil, Like the clouds hiding the bright Sun. Memories of us playing, In the same lord’s house, Childhood friendship blooming into love, No lawn left without our presence, No flowers left untouched by us, Like the rain drops’ kiss on earth. Today you walk all alone, As a bride without me beside, Those sweet talks and kisses, Dissolved in my blood as memories, Creating waves of disagreement to fact, Like a wave I come again and again to you my shore. I know your heart aches, For those memories which haunt you, Those memories don’t remain sweet anymore, It is just like a drop, in your ocean of memories, Unlike me it’s like a drop of honey amidst salty memories, Like a bee who collects honey for human to enjoy, I am here with my tears to be presented, As your wedding bells ring, I twitch and turn, like a bleeding rose, Here I part with the heart which h...

As I sit by the shore and watch, The gentle waves kiss my feet, Just like the way I first kissed you, A deep carving in my heart that you had left, Of love and love only deep in my heart, Which, still aches and pains, Even after years of us parting, Oh my ladylove!!! I still remember the day, When our eyes met first, My eyes refused to move from you, Those beautiful eyes and slender figure, That bright face and pink lips, Which, haunted my eyes for years, Even now it’s those eyes which makes me write, Oh my Lady Love!!! Sweet memories of those days, When I wooed you, Everything was beautiful, From the little drops of rain to huge rocky mountains, As I saw them in the same eyes which admired you, Only beauty and all happiness prevailed for years, Until the day we parted, Oh my ladylove!!! Unfortunate day of my life, A beautiful rainy day, When we walked hand in hand drenching, In both love and rain, Cupid and you dad were on road, Which, marked the end of rain and love, Oh my ladylove!!...

I want to get back to those days, Those days when dad was the only hero known, Those days when the highest place to sit was dad’s shoulder, Those days when mom’s one morsel of food filled my stomach, Those days when little bubbles and butterflies were the most beautiful things. Golden moments that I had lived by, When school teacher was the only demon known, When home work was the only herculean task, When I dreaded only school tests, When work meant only to clean my room. Ever green in my memory those days, When only scrapped knees hurt, When broken meant only my toys, When love was only parents, When fight was only with my sister. I want to get back to those days, When living alone was not a pain, When a cup of coffee all to me was good, When I had just me to take care, When life was spotless. Sweet are those memories, Deep in my heart like an old album, With black and white pictures in it, Though old it is my most precious moments, I want to get back.

Just a Bubble As I walk through the tough path, Laden with thorns and stones, With aches and trouble, You came by and promised to stay by, Walk with me, hold me, We shared hassles and apples on the way, Even blunt with the pleasures of nature, Though your company pricked and pained, I preferred to undergo for, My love for you was crystal clear, Many a wakes of life people smite me, For the untold pains that I underwent for you, Yet I brushed them aside, For I thought your company is eternal, Mine trust for you was more eternal, Little did I know that you walked along just to while away time, Like a honey bee you moved, With no thought of my trust to you, And the pain that I had succumbed for you, Little did you understand that you were hurting me, And would do that eternally, You walked away from me forgetting your promise, Just like a soap bubble your love broke, Letting out my blood to flow.

One fine spring morning, My happiness knew no bounds, A little creature, God’s blessing in me, A small drop of tear and sweet smile took over my darling. A world of difference, Everything seemed colourful and beautiful, Though nothing tasted good, Those eventful days Small strolls with my love, Nauseating mornings, Sweet smelling soaps, Little chats with the angel in me 300 days of waiting, 10 months of dreams, 8 hours of physical trauma, All just to see you... With a twinkling eyes, As dark as Cleopatra, A beautiful smile to dethrone the whole world, You were born my little bundle of joy.

Quarter past twelve, I walk in my own house like a thief, Slowly eat whatever I find on the dining table, Slip into my bed, Cautious not to wake my wife, Fast asleep like a little angel. It has been ages, Since I saw her awake in the nights, My new born hardly sees my face on weekdays, Many a weekend I refused to put him down, For the next five days I wouldn’t get a chance, To hold God’s gift to my heart. In my fear, To hold my job for my family, Eighteen hours of work a day, Sleepless nights, Rat race with my own friends, What a life I live. Yes, I earn more, More than my teacher father, Artist brother and house wife sister, But, I could never earn their life’s satisfaction, They call me the IT guy.