Aalekh is a traditional guy though born and brought up in Delhi.  He loves every such custom that is linked with the tradition.

As destiny had it written, Aalekh is now married to Avantika, the village belle.

It turns out to be a marriage evolved from their love-at-first-sight.

Tonight is the much awaited night. Aalekh waits for his bride with a burning desire in his belly.

As he waits, Avantika enters.

The floral scent of hers, ignites all his fantasies. The tinkling sound of her anklet, feels like the music of lovemaking to his ears. The jingling sound of the bangles sing those erotic whispers into his ears.

Her neatly polished nails, artistically done Mehendi on her hand, sparks that fire within him. 

Aalekh  can't wait anymore.

He notices that she has not pleated her sari, but, has perfectly and cleverly wrapped it around her. The sari is so well draped, that it clung to her body showcasing her curves and shapes in its absolute form.

  

Her navel seemed like a swirl to his eyes. Is that a black spot next to her navel?  He peeks in, to confirm, though a little nervous.

The petticoat has given way to the leggings and the sleeved blouse  to the strapless one, beneath.

He sees her bosoms rise and fall as she breathes.

The temperature starts soaring in the bedroom.

Slowly Aalekh, approaches Avantika, who is clad in a red chiffon sari. His hands touches the veil to lift it up, which has hid her gorgeous face from him.

Slowly, as he raises the veil, he  sees her wholesome lips. He holds her face in his palms and  bends forward to 'k…

They hear “wouaa, wouaaa, wu wu, wouaaaaa” a baby cry.

Avantika rushes out to the next room, carries the baby in her arms and starts feeding the baby.

Note: Aalekh, married Avantika (a widow, and a mother of 3 months baby) despite opposition from the society.

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wrinkled toothless hunchback

orphan, sailed through all seasons

burden on shoulders

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AJ the baldie is HOT

Is it her touch turning him

wild, oops the fever

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The castle-of-hearts appears bright

as ever and is radiating love this morning.

  

Is it the smile?

Yes! Indeed it is!

Aha! I can see the reason why?

The cheeks of the castle are

smudged with tiny lip impressions.

Hmm!

Little AJ, as usual, is sound asleep.

Time is 5 A.M.

Little AJ can hear someone

shouting for Lil Ishaan’s name.

“Ishaan, Ishaan! Where are you?”

The voice echoes and repeats.

-Silence-

Ugh! No!

Ishaan DID NOT answer.

-Silence Again-

“Oh! Ishaan.., Ishaaan...! Where are you?”

The same voice shrieks.

But now, the voice is a little worried.

Little AJ, decides to go over to find out,

WHO the VOICE is!

He hops from room-to-room.

His eyes search for the voice in every

 nook and corner of the house.

Alas, he could find none.

“Aah! Ishaan, we wouldn’t talk to you,

if you don’t come and rescue us. 

Why are you acting  so pricey?

The same voice yells out and now nearly in tears.

By now, Little AJ grew impatient.

Little AJ rushes to the drawing-room, to witness

the owners of the voice.

Aaaah! So Silly.

Toys!

Ishaan’s toys!

They were neatly arranged and kept in the showcase by

Little AJ last night.

But why did Lil Ishaan abandon his beloved toys?

Oh! Yeah ! Silly me again!

Lil Ishaan is busy hunting the black Ant.

You remember? 

The same old black Ant!  

! hahaha!

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Ishaan's curious palms

Chasing a Deadly Black Ant

Slap! Ant is no more

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Ishaan wakes before dawn,

screams, screeches and sings, Neighbors

stuff cotton in ears!

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Duckling quacks and dives,

bubbles and tiny droplets

bounce, Splish splash does Ishaan!

baby clouds drizzle

tiny froggy rejoice and hops,

Lil Ishaan's summer rain!

Keen eyes, lovely heart

threshold he crosses with smile

Awesome World! says Ishaan

Summer, Sunny heat

Garden city fumes and Spew!

Sweat trickles and drips.

moments sweet moments

together Ishaan and AJ clicks,

Say cheese! moments framed

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In the Dad's land,

In the Home-Of-Hearts,

Lived little AJ.

Chubby cheeks

And round eyes

With over-sized ears

Made Little AJ adorable.

Little AJ loved chocolates

And cakes.

Chuk! Chook! Chew! Gulp!

He  hogged cakes

Sharing with None.

One fine noon

Exactly at 2.19 pm

The magical wand

Swished, and arrived

Lil Ishaan.

Cute Lil nose

Tiny fingers

Baby pink lips

And a toothless smile

Made Lil Ishaan

The Prince-of-hearts.

Little Ishaan is

pampered by all and

naughtiness beamed

through his Smile.

Once Aunt Cadbury

Visits Home-Of-Hearts

With a bagful of choco pastries

Little AJ, went hopping

for a spoon in the kitchen.

He came back to see

Lil Ishaan smiling,

with a Chocolatey Burp

and with  pastries smudged

all over his face and nose.

 

Little Aj felt dejected,

as pastries were

emptied up by

Lil Ishaan.

Little AJ's heart broke 

and he left with his shoulder low.

Noticing this, Lil Ishaan

came running to Little AJ.

Gives Little AJ, a tight hug and a Yummy Kiss.

This gesture tasted and felt awesome than 

the Pastry.

Little AJ now smiles and makes merry.

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He follows,  to stalk me

Never to leave me alone.

Through the thick and thin

We sail.

A jive with him rejuvenates,

No lull moments, do I find!

His ears are mine,

Arms my solace.

Watchful he is,

Through the stark, dark night.

Along with, he wakes and

There starts our journey.

Never heard him complain

And wails, he never.

At times, he looms larger,

And tiny the next moment.

Broader, then after,

To be leaner then again.

He’s glued to me,

As if, never to depart.

Naah! He’s not my partner,

Nor is he my sibling.

Coupled with my feet

Not by the heart,

Siamese twins, that we are!

Emotionless  and a deep

 Mimic, he is!

He is my Shadow

The darker side of ME!

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My Little Chimp's punch on my nose woke me up from my sleep.

“Papa,  let’s play”, he gestured with his twinkling eyes.

Whoa!  I could spot an Oscar-winning actor within him at this tender age of 6 months. The way he communicated through his actions amazed me.

I sighed and embraced my son. I whispered into his ears, “Oh! Sonny,  it’s a working day. Papa has to report to work at sharp 9 AM, and Papa cannot afford to reach late”.

As he heard this, Ishaan's naughty-smiling cheeks plunged into a state of pensiveness.

“Aww! How could I reject his request”? I quipped myself, as I saw his gloomy face.

I checked for the time. The clock, with a tilted smile, pointed to 5:15AM.  I sighed in relief, as I had an hour to spare for my little bunny.  So, I kept my target time as 6:15AM to be ready and get dressed up for office.

First time ever in the history of my being, I mimicked.

I enacted as an elephant, a puppy, a kitten. I became a funny man only to see the giggling face of my little one.  Never ever, in my life I had donned such characters.

I made funny faces, which made my little one smile, giggle, and laugh. He laughed his lungs out. 

He laughed so  hysterically that I was bathed in his saliva.

I was very gentle with him and my touch ensured that he’s not hurt even whilst we played.

While I was indulged in the above playful acts, I glanced at the clock and realized with horror that the clock wasn’t ticking. 

The second needle, which is considered the heartbeat of the clock was still and stiff. The clock had died an unnatural death.  I checked my mobile to know the time and read as 6:40AM. I had only 45 minutes left to be ready for office.

I was already delayed by 15 minutes.

In the frenzy, I swirled my son on the bed.  I had too many tasks pending, right from emptying the bowels, brushing, shaving, shower, ironing etc.

I rushed to the washroom to perform the act of brushing and shower together. As I finished both the acts, I realized the fact that, I had picked her (my wife’s) brush and had used to clean up my teeth. (Oh Gosh! I couldn’t believe I did that).

Exert, exert and exit. 

Uff! this constipation, 2o minutes to empty the bowels. Gosh! Somehow I jumped out of the washroom, wore my office clothes and out I rushed through the exit gate to jump into an auto-rickshaw.

 I had to skip my breakfast.

The time was 7:30AM. I was already delayed by 15 minutes  than my usual time.

As I sat in the auto, I realized that I wore two different colored socks. One  black and the other one navy blue.  Thankfully, the length of my trousers were long enough to cover up the blunder.  I only wished that nobody would notice.

The auto brushed with the air and we flew. It was such a bumpy ride.  All of a sudden, the rick halted and in that jerk, my head hit the iron rod above and I saw countless stars moving in a circular motion just as the ‘halo’.

As I regained my posture, I peeped out to see what was happening. I saw a curly hairy arm, raised on our way as an obstacle and as a reason the auto had a sudden halt.

"What the heck?'  Within a fraction of the second, I realized that it was a traffic police, signaling us to halt.

“What was wrong with him?”  I quipped the auto driver. “Is he going to issue us a red slip for over-speeding”?  I questioned.

Naah! The traffic police informed us that a Minister was scheduled to pass through the road,  around 8.00 am and hence the roads were blocked. It was 8.20 AM and there was no sign of this minister.

I grew impatient and was tensed up a bit with the thought of delayed reporting to the office. Finally, the minister and his crew passed through around 8.30 AM and the roads were opened for the rest of the public.

Huffed and puffed, somehow I managed to reach the office at around 9:10am. There stood my lady boss at the entrance to welcome me with an evil grin and a frowned face. 

She looked grumpy.

Before she could open her mouth to question me, I squeezed myself through the entrance and with a diplomatic smile  made a sarcastic statement. 

“If only,  these ministers had the sense of time, this country would have touched newer heights”  and I quickly entered the office and got busy with my work.

I thanked the Omnipresent for my wittiness.

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