Lil Ishaan, earlier this month, finds a new hobby. 'Ant hunting'.

The clan of the ant species  is now in the extinction stage. Ishaan, the ant hunter, is on a high rampage spree, killing  each of the ant who comes his way.

Morris, the team leader of the black ant’s tribe,  quickly calls in for a huddle to discuss about this disaster. They unanimously decide to declare this incident as a national catastrophe. 

Soon, all the senior most of the ant tribe  flies to Debhlie,  the Ant’s capital. The Queen Ant, Sophia, declares the catastrophe as an emergency-like situation in Bangalore, for the ants.  Also, she orders for an inquiry commission to submit the report on this issue.

However, the extremists from the Ant’s Help Forum, decides to take revenge on Lil Ishaan - the villain.  Several of the ant families have lost their loved ones  due to Ishaan’s cruelty.

Oblivious of the above, Ishaan, continues his hunt for the ants.  Ambulances, run Helter skelter, carrying the injured ants to the government  administrated hospitals.

That evening, Ishaan’s mom changes his diaper and is dressing him up for an evening walk in the nearby park.  All of a sudden Ishaan screams and wails. His  sobbing gains high momentum and the pitch of his sobbing reach the highest note.  Ishaan, even whilst crying  is pulling out his diaper.

AJ, Ishaan’s dad, noticing this, rushes to his rescue.  He pulls off the diaper  and finds  a big black ant in the diaper. The ant has bit Lil Ishaan,  at the place where it pains the most.

Thus, the ant terrorist, Usoma-Bin-Dalen, sacrificed himself by taking revenge on Lil Ishaan on behalf of  the entire ant clan.

PS: I have been tagged by  my friend Archana   http://drishti.co/    to take part in Five photos Five Stories Challenge (FPFS) which is – post a picture for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it – fiction, poem or a short write-up. It can be anything to suit your taste.  Day 3.

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Oh my! the clouds roar

Summer rains shower, like the

pebbles on bald head

PS: I have been tagged by  my friend Archana   http://drishti.co/    to take part in Five photos Five Stories Challenge (FPFS) which is – post a picture for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it – fiction, poem or a short write-up. It can be anything to suit your taste.  Day 2.

Today i have tagged Rahul Spellboundwords.com. for the challenge.

Happiness I long
health wealth peace calmness I crave
God grins says no way

I Quip squabble I weep
You treat me as a foster 
God smiles says silly

PS: I have been tagged by  my friend Archana   http://drishti.co/    to take part in Five photos Five Stories Challenge (FPFS) which is – post a picture for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it – fiction, poem or a short write-up. It can be anything to suit your taste.   Day 1.

I have tagged Bhavya N http://ishithaa.com/  for the challenge. 

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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!

http://ajthedad.blogspot.in/2015/04/haiku-ishaan-and-black-ant.html

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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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