Finely Tuned

She sat by the window sill with her cup of steaming tea and looking at the pouring rain. She was happy. Happy with what she’d done. She knew this wasn’t the most ideal thing to do. But in her opinion, it was her best option. Rahul, her husband had no idea of what she had done. She was going to tell him today. They had always been honest with each other. Except this once.

He had been observing Diya, his beautiful wife. He knew her since a while now and knew something was wrong with her. She was physically perfect and her behaviour was just like always. But he just knew. He loved her very much and wanted to support her with whatever she was dealing. As he picked up a beautiful bouquet of her favourite pristine long stemmed white roses, he decided, ‘today I will talk to her’.

At home, the dinner was ready. It was his favourite Chicken coconut style with some soft and fluffy rice flour bhakris. There was some fresh salad with cold cucumbers, sweetest of carrots, ripest tomatoes and the best onions in the market. She even got her best crockery out and put some champagne in the chiller.

Diya and Rahul had met in college. They had felt that instant pull towards each other the first time they had met in college. He was smart, sophisticated and caring. She was quiet, sweet and very beautiful. Within a month of meeting the first time, Rahul and Diya were dating. They had been inseparable ever since. That was around 10 years ago. They had together seen their share of disagreements. But they both had grown to know that they if they teamed up, they could always find a solution and that kept them going. But this time, things were different.

Diya had always had a soft corner for children. Being the oldest daughter in her family she had practically raised her baby brother. She had changed his diapers and taught him to ride a bicycle. She had also helped him get his first girlfriend and helped him through all his break ups. She was more like his mother than a sister. Rahul also loved kids. He was always patient and kind with them and he was the perfect guy to be a father. During their courtship days, Rahul always said, “I wanna have at least two children, girls or boys. It will be a perfect family”. Diya had agreed and life was smooth. However, life had changed drastically for Diya in the past five years of her marriage. She wasn’t the care free girlfriend anymore, but a doting wife and a sincere daughter-in-law. These responsibilities had made her rethink her priorities and most importantly her plans for her life.

Diya had now realized that she couldn’t handle the responsibility of a child. Rahul and she had ambitious careers and never had any time for a simple social life. She had realized bringing a child into the world would only increase their pressures. It was a sane decision and very practical too. There were only two problems; Rahul’s wish to always have children and their family. She knew no one would understand her or support her decision and that’s why she did something. Something no one knew about.

Rahul loved children. But he just loved them. It was not the same anymore. He had seen his friends have children and heard the stories of the additional responsibilities. Although, his friends loved their children and found them to be bundles of joy, he had come to realize, he already had all the happiness in the world with his beautiful Diya. However, he had always seen Diya being the perfect mother to her baby brother and he knew that she secretly wished that someday she will actually be a mother. So, today as he stood outside his home with a bouquet of flowers in his arms and a heart filled with love, he decided to tell Diya that they needn’t be four to be perfect. They were perfect just the way they were.


He rang the bell….

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The Helpful Bear

Once upon a time, in a forest faraway, there lived a grizzly friendly bear. He was always polite with everyone. He helped those in need without hesitation and no one had ever heard an unkind word from him. He was a jovial bear and played with his forest friends everyday.

One day, the bear was hungry. He opened his honey cupboard. But alas! Instead of jars full of honey, he found an empty bowl.

‘Where did my honey go? Did I eat it all up?’ thought the bear.

‘I need to refill my stock or I will be a hungry bear!’ he worried.

But there was one problem. He had never bought any honey. Normally, Mama Bear, his mom would send it to him. But this time it seemed like she had forgotten. However, he couldn’t waste any time and decided that it was time he learnt to find his own honey. Plus, the idea of an adventure thrilled him.

Packing his bags promptly, he set out on his adventure to find honey. As he approached a clearing, he heard a cry,

“Help! Please someone help me!”

“Who is it?” asked the bear.

“It’s me the turtle! I am stuck in this ditch and can’t get out. Please help me!”, cried the voice.

Now, turtle and bear had been friends for a long time. They played everyday and shared food sometimes. Without hesitation, the bear picked a long stick and held it out to the turtle. The turtle held on the other end as the bear pulled him out to safety.

“Thank you my friend! How will I ever repay your kindness?”, inquired the turtle gratefully.

“Someday you will. For now I’m happy that you are safe my friend.”, replied the bear and set forth on his journey.

As he moved ahead, he met a snake. He seemed kind and spoke politely. He requested,

“Kind bear, would you like to take a walk with me?”

The bear happily obliged. But little did he know that the snake wanted to make him his lunch and gobble him up. The turtle saw the bear with the snake. He knew that the snake was evil and warned the bear of the snake’s true nature by using his secret signal; the whistle.

Listening to the turtle’s whistle, the bear, told the snake,

“My friend, it is time for me to resume my journey. I need to find my honey. Once I do find it, I will share it with you too.”

The snake realised that he had failed. The temptation of honey was too much to resist. So, he let the bear return to his adventure and return he did.

Luckily, he came across a honeycomb at the top of a tree. But, he did not know how to get it.  He tried throwing a stone, but to no avail. He tried throwing all sort of things but, nothing helped. He tried climbing the tree. However, the bear was not very good with climbing and fell down immediately. By now, many of his friends had gathered to watch the feat.

They said to themselves, “We should help the bear. He is a kind fellow. He has always helped us!”.

They climbed on to each other and formed a pyramid to carry the bear closer to the honeycomb. Finally, the bear was close enough to break the honeycomb and collect honey to last for the next six months. Everyone was happy. Their kindness had brought them together and unity had helped them succeed.



I looked down. My feet were soaked. My knife gleamed with every swift moment it made. It was not hard to cut through someone. The room had grown silent. My hands grown tired and finally my mission accomplished. The pristine white marble floor was a bright crimson now. She was over. I was done and my elation knew no bounds.

Sunaya wasn’t really my sister. She was my father’s illegitimate child. I never understood why a sinner like her got the same treatment I did. At times, out of pity, people would shower her with more love and comforts, whereas, my hardworking mother and I got secondary treatment. This girl had no right over my father, his time, his love or even his house. I would spit on her whenever I got the chance. But, that shameless cretin kept coming back like a dog to a bone. It wasn’t long before I realized that this weirdo worshipped me.That’s when I hatched a plan:

‘Revenge would be a sweet dose of medicine for that cretin.’

I had vowed it; for my mother and her honour.

Aged 10, I began my torture. I made the imbecile do everything; my homework, my chores, even wash my dirty undergarments at times. I remember once I made her clean my dog’s poop from my shiny gum boots. Ahh! The pleasure I derived from treating her so. But, somehow that girl seemed spineless. The more I mistreated her, the more she tried to please me. Though, I kept on. This was only the beginning.

Many years have passed since we were ten. Lately, we haven’t been speaking much. But, that does not mean that my feelings have changed for her. I think it’s the same for her too. She owes me so much. For all those years of snatching the love that I deserved. Finally, I thought, ‘ Enough of petty torments. It’s time for the big finale.’

I set the date; my birthday!  This would be the best gift I was giving myself. The ultimate eradication of vermin. I liked the ring of it.Slowly, I set the wheels in motion. I started it week before my 25th birthday. I invited her for a party. My birthday party. But she’s the one who will be getting a surprise. She has obeyed dutifully as always and come home bearing an interesting gift. I unwrap it. A gleaming knife with sharp edges stares at me.

“With all the crime in our city, I always want you protect yourself. Keep this with you forever didi.”

I smirked. What idiot victim gifts a lethal weapon to their own murderer!

“Thank you my dear! I don’t understand how you always think of others. But you are truly kind”

She beamed as I said this to her. I wasn’t going to fall into any trap of hers. We passed the drinks around and I made sure she had more than she could handle. Then, I waited till all other guests melted into the night.

Eventually, I stood satisfied in the pool of your blood, wondering what to do with your body. Chop it, julienne it, drown it or just burn it. I choose them all. Revenge was very sweet.

Adventures of a Little Fairy

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful fairy. She was trapped in a forest which never had any sunlight, not even during day time. It was full of dangerous creatures like spiky crocodiles, vicious snakes, snarly lions and giant grizzly bears. She was very scared. She was frantically looking for a way to get out. But to no avail. At that moment, the fairy came across a rose garden. It was full of the reddest roses she had ever seen. She was surprised to see it in this dark forest, but she was happy to see that the roses has thrived in the darkest of forest. She sat in the forest wishing for a miracle. But she found no miracle, instead a large monster crept on to her to eat her up.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”, screamed the fairy. “What do you want you giant monster?”

“I want to gobble you up whole. You look like a tasty meal. I haven’t eaten many fairies, but I have heard they can be delicious.”, sneered the monster.

The little, frightened fairy put all her might into her wings and flew like the wind away from the ugly, green monster with dirty teeth. She kept flapping her wings so fast that the monster couldn’t catch her. But the monster wasn’t very sluggish either. In her rush, the little fairy did not notice a young boxer in the forest. Thud! She fiercely bumped into him.

“Can’t you look where you’re running?”

“I am sorry sir! But I am being chased by a big dirty green monster! He says that he wants to eat me. Can you please save me?”

The boxer stepped in front of the fairy and gave a hard punch to the monster. Bang! Crash! Pow! Slam! Thunk! Wham! Zonk! And the monster went down spilling blood in shades of purple and yellow.

“Thank you Mr. Boxer! Thank you for saving my life.”

“You are welcome dear fairy. I have done nothing big. I kill monsters like this one every day. But what is a little fairy like you doing in this dark forest? It is not a place for fairies”

“Mr. Boxer I have had very ill luck today. I had set out to play hide and seek this morning with my other fairy friends. In my hunt for a good hiding place, I lost my way and came here. I don’t know how to get back or which way will take me back to fairyland”, she sobbed.

“Why don’t you come with me? My house is near fairyland. You can go home from there.”


They walked tirelessly for many hours. The boxer was smart. He knew all the roads in the dark forest, roads which the fairy wouldn’t have been able to see otherwise. Finally, they reached the boxer’s house. It was at the end of the forest. She had seen it before. The thatched roof, stone walls and a stick fence. Outside the fence were her parents. They were frantic, calling out to her. She flew fast into their arms and said “I am sorry! I won’t play hide and seek ever again.” Her parents replied, “It’s ok child. You are safe now. Let’s go home.”

The fairy’s parents thanked the boxer. They said, “If you ever need our help, think about us and we will come.”

Since then the boxer and little fairy played every day and became best of friends. They never played hide and seek but enjoyed all other games together.

Another Scar to Fulfill My Destiny

I have scars on my hands.

Scars which the world may deem ugly.


But to me they mean power.

They define me.


“How did you gain these scars?” you ask.

“It’s a long story for a very long day.

Not one for today.” I reply.

His curiosity doesn’t seem to be satisfied.

So, I add, “These scars mean only positive things for me.”


He seems to have accepted my response.

At least, he shows that he has.

Except his eyes speak a different language.

Is it curiosity I see in them? Or is it anxiety?


However, we are here,

At this ridiculous coffee shop for an interview.

Honestly, it’s all a business to me.

I reassure him, “my rough hands mean only good things.

Things you wouldn’t have never explored before.

Territories that have been unchartered till date.”


He says nothing; only looks.

Curiously, anxiously, nervously, eagerly.

I can’t make out.


I need to work on reading him better.

That’s going to be a necessity

If I work for him.


He has a basic list of questions.

The usual.

However, his eyes seem hungry for more.

More detailed information.


I tell them, ‘Not so soon, there’s still time for all that’.

Once our contract is signed,

Hunger will be thoroughly forgotten.

I beam with pride as I think that.


He does his part swiftly.

Signs the contract and pays the bill for our coffee.

He don’t seem very happy

Besides I don’t care for his happiness.


I am finally living my dream.

I have fulfilled my lifelong passion today.

A passion that has given me another new scar today.

A scar that will let me live out my destiny.

Curiosity of a Child’s Mind

One day, a boy of ten was perplexed.
Confused beyond his wits.
He had queries that needed answering.

He tried his grandparents first,
For he considered them old and wise.
But all their wisdom failed to satisfy his curiosity.

Then he went to all his teachers in the school
And repeated his doubts to them explicitly.
But all their knowledge was deficient to fulfil his intrigue.

So, he went to his older brother.
Normally, he knew things that others hid from him.
But it was in vain.
Instead of answers, the young one found himself in unwanted trouble.

By now everyone around was whispering about his inquisitions.
They found it amusing and entertaining.
He started feeling the pricks of being the idle gossip of an old town.
But his answers were never found.

So the little one decided to look for them on his own.
He packed his Mickey Mouse suitcase with his pyjamas and his favourite socks.
He even took his favourite red tent to shelter him on his adventures.
He set off to the Himalayas to seek resolution to his questions.

His questions were deep.
He inquired about the reality of God.
Of how he looked and seemed.
For no one seemed to be sure of his looks
But everyone believed in his being.

But just as he reached the gate of his building
And embark his spiritual journey,
His stomach promptly grumbled.
The rich aroma of his grandmother’s handmade samosas filled the street.

Pushing his enquires to a backseat.
He rushed home to savour the samosas his grandmother had fixed.

With each bite he realised.
God was a true being.
Otherwise, how would old grandmother know to make samosas
Right when his tummy grumbled with hunger.

A Murder She Saw

She saw her body lying in a pool of her own blood.

A pin drop silence had fallen in the room.

There was no surprise felt except her own.

There was no remorse either.


Her blood was duly cleaned

And the police were promptly summoned.

Their arrival brought an ocean of crocodile tears

And there were wails that were expected before.


Through thunderous sobs a lie was concocted.

The real culprits played the age old blame game.

A poor maid was thrown in as a prime suspect.

They said greed was her lure.


Yes, they were right.

Greed, truly, came very easily.

But the hardworking child maid wasn’t induced by it.

The young one craved only love which she shared abundantly.


It was them.

Materialism had overcome their minds.

It was her own blood that had betrayed her.

They had hacked her in the most ruthless way.


It was astonishing.

The smoothness involved in the planning.

The ease in their demeanour

And the organic brutality of everything.


Looking over herself, a cold corpse now,

She only prayed for justice to prevail.

Her own blood had betrayed her.

Spilled it mercilessly

And condemned an innocent helpless child of malefeasance.