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My Father in-law's kurta

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My FIL knows I like wine and had his health and family allowed him, I am sure he and I would be all ‘CHEERS’. My husband’s family is a teetotaler except for my FIL.  He enjoys omelette treats with me on the terrace( that’s the only place we can cook the forbidden) and even secretly supplies me ‘tangdi kebab’ knowing very well that my ‘tangdi’ and his would be in trouble if ‘The House’ got to know about it. But he has me covered in his own special way. Thank god for small mercies.

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The Riot

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“Oh! Such a tiring night. These Indian parties are backbreaking. Naina felt so exhausted holding me around. Phew! It is 11:00pm,” remarked the saree, disturbing the silent slumber of the closet. She carried an air of immutable superiority, stemming from her roots and did not miss an opportunity to assert it over to the ones she called ‘outsiders’. “And we have so much competition, I felt backseat with such long sleeves. They were going gaga over you though Sia.” The blouse let out a big groan that woke up most of the other dresses in the wide horizontal closet.
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Color Color which Color do you choose?

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"Maa, Indian or American is not the question anymore. Come out of the tombs in Agra. The world has changed and we need to keep up the pace.” Naina lamented on the WhatsApp video call while letting out a big yawn. “Wait, let me get some tea for myself.” “Nainu, you listen to me. Whatever you say, do not compromise on Pihu’s Indian values. You and Shubham chose to settle in America much to our displeasure. Now, don’t play with Pihu’s life,” Amma complained.
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Homeless to Homeless

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"Could you open the gate for me?" Naina looked at the Yellow Cab taxi driver, his eyes complaining of poor sleep. The February chill accompanied with a moonless sky, made her shiver, as she stood with a Kohl’s poly-bag, trying to balance the ‘things’ inside with one hand and her little baby boy sleeping on her shoulder with another. “Of course.” The driver spoke in a fake fruity voice, bending backwards and opening the rear seat door for her. “Hi, I can place this bag on the seat or do you want me to place it in the trunk?”
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Trapped

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He smiled and handed it back to her, “I love this hot pink Maa. Do you think Draupadi would like hot pink? I forgot to tell you...I am playing Draupadi in our college production... rehearsals started a week back." “Oh! That’s nice. When is the program?” she asked. “On the day of Diwali. The team thought I could really do well as Draupadi. You know I have those adaayein Maa,” Arjun threw his hand over his bosom, lowering his eyelids with coyness of a girl.
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The weight on my breasts.

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"When I was growing up, YOU had a problem with my gender, then my complexion, then the small size of my breast , then my height, later my puberty, then college choice, career choice, choice of friends, hair on my armpits, choice of what I wear, choice of what I don’t wear, choice of hair and habits, choice of the short skirt and stilettos, body-hugging tee, amount of words I spoke, hand gestures, loud voice, mannerisms , boldness, places I visited, the time I visited, why I visited and with whom, my red lipstick to my nose stud, my beer and my sex on the beach, my religion, rituals I follow, fasting’s that I do not do, one leg anklet that I am in love with, the cuss words that I speak or do not speak…basically, my very existence."



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Enigma- Dear Robber, Let me tell you how to rob my home!

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What happens when a series of burglary in your community leads you helpless and hapless? What happens when the apartment management does little and then moves on with life and rent?  What happens when all you can now do is WAIT FOR YOUR TURN, knowing very well that one day it could be your home, hoping the day never comes. 
Dear Robber, Now that you have created the right amount of fear and panic in the community I live, the apartment I inhabit, I thought it was a good time to talk to you face to face. Oh! But where is the face? Huh! Who cares. I know you way too well. Robbers don’t have a face, they have deeds. What they rob is not as important as what they leave behind. So, what if I do not know the length of your nose, the light brown Mongolian spot on your neck, the color of your eyes but let me tell you, all robbers look the same and everything you did in my neighbor’s home when she off to Costco to buy milk and grocery for her family was callous and spiteful. So, when actions are …