Abhay and Ashok were sitting at a bus stop.
“Hey Abhay why are you so disquieted today, you are always so full of life and in a jolly mood. You handsome old fellow, you have a satisfactory past and well settled future. Kids are abroad. Sorry to say but ‘Nagger wife died last year’. Then why sad face?”
Abhay sighed “You remember our yesterday’s talk you were irritated, as I was shouting over your ears about my favourite colour?”
A beautiful lady wearing a dark maroon dress in her mid 50, passes these two friends.
“Yippee!!” shouts Abhay “She loves me”
I was waiting for my bus. Being 8 month pregnant, I am unable to control my mood swings lately.
I noticed a man sitting nearby. He was smoking, and staring at me. Which was enough for me to be judgmental towards him and I started passing comments.
He realized my agitation instantly, and tried to make a conversation which irritated me more.
‘Relax, let me explain’ he cleared his throat, and threw away the cigarette apologizing. ‘My wife and I were expecting our baby next month. But, just an hour ago I got to know that we lost him’.
I misjudged him.
As per the register, Shri will be six next week but he was sad. It is the same day Seema Didi, the matron of their orphanage is retiring. She consoled Shri by saying ‘look at that big moon. He will always be there with you whenever you’ll get scared at night’.
He believed her.
That day onwards he never felt alone. Till one night, when the moon failed to rise he stayed up the whole night and even the next day until the dusk; when he saw a lovely crescent shining in the sky.
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Ramanlal earned a lot before losing everything to circumstances.
Now he knows what he doesn’t want and knows what he wants.
So he buys what people don’t want and sells it to the needy ones.
The world might be unknown to his little world but he is the undisputed hero of it.
Mere Raddiwala or a Messiah in disguise.
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During Diwali we travelled to Chandrapur, my in-laws place. Surrounded by dense forest, Tadoba being the most ferocious one. Being an adventurous family, we drove around midnight into Tadoba; hoping to encounter some wildlife. Surrounded by darkness and following the light from our headlight we were driving through the silence and a certainty of being lost. My husband saw an old man sitting far away smoking his chillam. He stopped and asked him “How far is the Highway; baba?’ he smirked and replied ‘I’ve always been here but never saw any highway. Not even after” he paused “I Died”
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A month ago when Shraadh month was about to end. None of my fellow beings seem to be worried because they are stuffed for now. People who are feeding us today will shoo us away tomorrow as soon as we peep through their kitchen window as if we have turned into black witches.
Here comes a treat for me, the relatives of the old woman who died three years back, they think I’m her. Can’t they differentiate a Crow’s gender? Never mind, even I’m not going to touch the food unless I’m treated with some continental cuisines instead of the same old sabji-roti.
They were strangers sitting next to each other in an almost empty theatre.
Their hands touched accidentally and her fantasies threw sparks.
She felt a drop of sweat running down her spine and shuddered on finding him staring at her.
She closed her eyes and he got his cue that he was waiting for. Started with kiss but lead to things that left her fantasies look like zilch.
He kissed her forehead and left.
She sat there, her thoughts echoing what just happened with a total stranger.
Unsure if all of this was just a figment of her imagination.
Market yard or the farmer’s market is a place where you get to know some amazing things about life and liveliness. These people might not have the cleanest hands and their clothes may seem less than ordinary to us but they have the richness of affection and understanding of life.
You will experience the raw flow of emotions and well placed arguments. Some sounds will sooth while some might irritate you yet there is this deep serene calmness despite the chaos.
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.. He took few last puffs before entering the place.
They have asked him to sort everything in a week and come back for future treatment.
But, he knew that few days won’t be enough to sort everything he has ever dreamed of.
Thus, with a deep sigh he entered a chamber tagged as ‘Department of Cancer Diagnosis’.
I felt the need for music that would match the rain outside. I started searching for the cassette that my old friend, a famous Psyche, gifted me recently.
It surprised me as it seemed that the songs were playing to my mood and the slumber crept in.
Today, drowned in sadness, I walked into my room with a need for some music that would calm me.
Played the same cassette and once again the songs were playing to match my mood but before the music could drown me, I realized that this time the songs were different.
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