Everybody kept eyeing it surreptitiously. Curiosity was at a very high level in the room but everyone was pretending to be absolutely casual. The receptionist cleared her throat that somehow led to all the sales representatives to look at her. She looked at the package lying on an empty seat and raised her eyebrows. There was a common shrug. She got up and let the cat out of the bag. Literally. The sigh of relief was loud and the ice broken.
I believed in the saying that stolen fruits are sweetest hence indulged in robbing the sweet mangoes from the neighbour's tree. Nobody had told me that the mango talks the loudest, so loud that its speech can be seen! Yes within a week of having mangoes for breakfast, lunch and dinner, my face was decorated with heat boils. Everyone passing me by sniggered, 'Ah, been eating mangoes,right?'
Like a duck out of water The voter wadddles On the uneven lawn of democracy Unsure of the value His candidate holds In terms of ideology and Commitment to the voter As mercenary considerations Reign supreme Nothing or nobody else matters.
Love is Multifaceted An amazing multitasking emotion As a baby All that one has is Unadulterated love Which, while 'growing up', Gradually turns into a Commodity To be traded and used As a tool for bargaining And finally, On aging, One is left behind With lots of unadulterated love and nothing else. The cycle of love is complete.
Between fluttering and dancing there's a lot that goes on, unnoticed by the casual passersby but heartfelt by those that have invested their time and emotions in the process.