The Inevitable Companion!

Every morning you never fail to test my obstinacy, and you sit here as if you are an abode of  innocence", I rebuked at the dumb thing on my workplace.

"And what a color of attire do you wear, would anyone believe what you would drive me up to? " I was determined to denounce the poor thing.

"You seem to poke your nose and indulge into anything and everything that I make, and have conceived a sturdy myth that nothing can be done without you" , my reprimanding mood wasn't ready to cease.

"May be it revenges you first hand for the 'tar and feather'- humiliation that it undergoes once it goes into your pan" - my husband.

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We both stared at the pink, small and big onions, me wondering what magic this teary thing does to the meals and my dear husband pondering over the promise he gave my parents, "I'll never see tears flowing down her eyes", and the BGM sounding, "Tum ko dekha, to ye khayal aaya"!!( meaning, When I saw you this thought came to me).


as a part of:  write tribe's wednesday prompt
                 
                    Five Sentence Fiction by Lillie Mcferrin(word for this week, feather)

and              WOW by Blogadda(Your post must contain the song ‘Tum ko dekha, to ye khayal aaya’)

A trap of love!

All the world is a trap..

or is in a trap..

now, what do I write about?

 the clean green fields trapping the eyes..

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or the redolent drizzle to  the nostrils..

the IPL and the brain? and the cheer leaders too?

the promises of the politicians?

the hi-fi malls and the young magnets?

the tear of a wife or the unadulterated smile of a child?

The mouse trap, the deer trap?

the black-light trap, the key-hole trap?

or an exclusive fiction on what can't be trapped

-the running time or the flowing water..

where do I take it, from what?

Fingers trapped to the keyboard

mind trapped in a web of thoughts…

while the shining full moon held trapped in the still sky,

I welded to a trap of all my senses,

In a momentary brief,

as two desirous hands garlanded from behind,

asking, "Isn't it over, yet?"

and needless to say, 'It was a trap'

for the rest of the night!!

This post is a part of  Write Over Weekend,, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by Blogadda.

Just-do-it!

I opened my eyes with a sense of precaution, my face abashing, and my fingers sensing the features of my face, rising hastily to my nostrils to check whether I breathe.

It took a few minutes to recoup conscience, that I had not fallen from a cliff, as I had dreamt, but just from the bed.

My back hurt, my elbows, even more, but the whimsical look that he gave, at the fallen- me, hurt the worst.

Now, how do I tell him that  his nagging, unceasing, Just- do- it advices, deluded me to dream of driving a two wheeler to a mountain??

I climbed back to the bed, assuring myself that I 'll  learn to drive, all alone!

 My narration for:

Five Sentence Fiction and Write Tribe's Wednesday prompt.