Housewives

He was lost in deep thoughts, his notebook lay unheeded by his side, his hair was scattered confusedly upon his forehead as though his fingers had been playing with the pen while his thoughts were elsewhere, Karan's coffee on the table had turned into cold-coffee, only without ice.

Mom entered the room after several unanswered knocks on the door, fuming, "Do you have any idea what time it is? and look at the coffee.....what happen?...any problem?"

"Maa! please....don't disturb me... I am in search of a new plot for my book” Karan told without looking at his mother.

His mom said playfully, “why don't you write my story?”

“Does your life even have a story?” irked he said. After some time a thought crossed his mind and he thought why mom doesn't have a story? Is it because she was busy making our life, our stories.

Now he had a brilliant idea for his new story with a title:

"Housewives- in search of an identity".

Happy new year

अभिव्यक्ति

"Ok listen, there is something that you don't know and that you should know, Rahul”, she said, with her fingers crossed.

“Oh!” he exclaimed. “Will I be happy or sad after knowing that?”

“I am not sure about it. But it's something which if makes you happy, will make me sad; and if it makes you sad, will make me happy.”

(How could there be anything like that? They both had been friends for years and there was an unexpressed love between them)

“My parents are trying to hook me up with someone” Aditi remarked.

His expressions made her do what she did next.

Sapne mein milti hai

"Do you know who I am?” I asked her in a gentle tone.

“I don’t know who you are, but there is one thing I’m certain about.” a sweet smile appeared on her face as she answered me, “You are not real. You are in my dream.”

I woke up.