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The Touch of Love

She felt the blood rush when he saw her after eight months.

They were just looking into each other's eyes, holding hands, something to say, much to hear.

Just looking at each other blushing and trying to hold each other caress each other in the crowd. She was a shy woman and he was taking a brave step.

Waiting for the evening to pass and night to shine bright.

It was 9 PM, everyone was ready for dinner. And the love birds were waiting for them to finish dinner and wind up so that they can get their alone time.

"Night is full of surprises, you never know", said she and winked at him. This excited him to the core. After dinner, everyone settled down. She served milk to father-in-law and brother-in-law, this was the last protocol before bedtime.

Finally, the only duty of hers before they forget themselves in each others' arms, is to put baby to sleep.

He on the other side was waiting eagerly, praying for the baby to fall asleep ASAP. Cursing every passing second as the baby wasn't ready for sleep.

After few minutes of calling the demon, narrating a fairy tale, the baby slept and the baby's dad dozed off.

HghhAhh…he must be tired, thinking she lay beside him, just about to get a pillow, she feels a hand. A broad smile, ear to ear, "Did not sleep?", she asked.

"No was waiting for you, how could I sleep", he answered with a naughty smile.

Their eyes met. She felt him after 8 months. Even his slightest touch can make her feel love. He kissed her forehead and hugged her tightly. She freed herself just to look deeper into his eyes and reciprocate.

Unexpectedly she bit his ear when he asked what was it?

She answered, say me what should I wear? What you would want to see me in?

He slide the cupboard door and pulled a package and handed it to her.

Gift! Wow, she opened quickly to find a maroon color bralette and black shorts. She wore it in a jiffy, styled her hair, and stood before him. He scanned her from head to toe, her cute smile, open hair, fair skin complimented her look.

Unable to wait and waste a sec, he slowly put his hand around her waist and gave a pinch.

AAAHHH… she closed her eyes, put her hands around his neck, came closer, and whispered in the ear – "I am all yours honey! ENJOY!!!!".

This came like a green signal to him.

Pushed her to the wall, bent down, and kissed her belly. The belly button was his favorite place for foreplay. Slowly moved upwards to give her a love bite on the neck. Licking her neck, then ears. One hand on her lips, waiting for a bite from her, the other on her hip, pulling her forward. She could hardly breathe now. It was like they were quenching their thirst. Thirst of love. The only thing she could whisper is - "Slowly honey, I am all yours, I am here for you for a lifetime".

The red blanket on the bed with a golden border and dim light added to their romance. He carried her and carefully lay her on the bed, she rolled over avoiding him.

She could feel his skin as he slept over her. Bit her ear. Kissed, and licked her back, this was her most lovable moment. Her heart skipped a beat as he kissed her back and slowly went down. She rolled again, kissed his forehead. Love you baby, and thanks for coming back to me early.

A tight hug and a passionate kiss kick-started their love-making session. He caressed her, felt every bit, and made her feel how much he missed her.

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A Fish on A Tree

How ridiculous? But this is what people are doing these days. Expecting people to change for them, and you start hating yourself in this process. They put the hook for fish, pull it up till it reaches the treetop.

Clap! Clap!! Clap!!! Happy people! That they succeeded in making the fish reach the top. It does not matter to them, whether the fish is dead or alive. They just celebrate their success.

This is how the world is. Even if you are good enough to survive, they make you believe that you are unfit for society.

People never accept you as you are. They point out the drawbacks in you, ignoring the good characteristics because that is of no use to them. PERIOD. Making you DEAD.

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The Hidden Face

Zeb, this is what her friends call her. At some point in life, marriage comes into every person’s life. She could do anything and everything to run away from this topic, “MARRIAGE!” and she did, but her bad luck, they found a match. DEAD OPPOSITE. Propose reject, propose reject, this game went quite long. But when things are bound to happen, they happen. Happily Married!!!

They rented a house, set up and settle, bought something and everything to make the place, “A HAPPY HOME”. Everything was good, until few months of marriage.

He started asking money for every expense of his, she would pay for petrol, and pay the rent too. He did not spend a penny. When asked, he blatantly replied, what will you do with your salary, you spend on me, I will look after you. She should give an account of every penny she spends. “you cook at home, why dine outside?” No Sunday special, no weekend fun, every time just staying at home.

She accepted life, thinking with time, things will turn good, but that was a grave mistake she made. He blamed her for everything, cursing her, torturing her, beating her, making her life hell. Her health was deteriorating. She would shout and cry in pain, he least gave a thought about it.

One by one, she came to know his intentions, his real face, the hidden face, finally the truth is revealed!!!

She was taken to hospital when she fell unconscious in the office. After a thorough check-up and proper prescription, the doctor said, “If you don’t start working on your health right away, your fertility would be affected”. No woman can hear these words. She said this to her husband thinking he would stop torturing her but to no response. This is it. No more he or his fantasies. It’s only me and my life. She said everything at home. No compromise, hard decision, divorce filed.

He has gone from her life but the memories remain, it was difficult to deal with. Left talking to friends, no coffee meetings, no weekends, nothing was normal.

Bad memories don’t fade away easily. All we can do is, hope for the best, and pray that she can find much more love from family, friends, colleagues, and where ever she go, so that bad memories don’t have any place in her life.

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Childhood Days

Mornings’ start with tom and jerry fights Meeting friends marks the evening, and finishing of tuitions welcomes the night.

Listening to the story of angels, imagining ourselves in that world awaiting for angels to arrive, but comes the sun to wake us, then also if we don’t get up we get a nice tiding from our parents.

The school will be our other world. The world full of friends, teachers, and books sometimes we maintain notes and sometimes everything other than notes. Bunking, canteen, sports, fest, annual day celebrations, friendship day – each of a different flavor, all-important in our lives. Everything is new and first of its kind here. Begged, cried, gave a happy hug, a cute tiding but it still left us, this is how we grew up.

Our Lost Childhood SOME THINGS ARE BOUND TO CHANGE

- Anjum Zaiba

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Pearls of My Life

The first time I made them happy  When I entered the globe without nappy  But still, tears rolled down their orb  They weren’t sad instead, happy as beautiful forb.

Without a miss keeping reminder and notation  They built my immune by providing me vaccination  If one be angry other would pamper  Their love & care is my precious hamper.

She takes me to shower but before she pours  Warm & comfortable that she makes sure  I come wrapped warmly in a cotton cloth  Feeling blessed but lazy like a sloth.

She might be busy but never forgets me to feed  Sometimes I refuse even if they plead  When I panic or cry they keep me calm  Placing my head over their palm.

With mixed emotions, I smile, laugh & even weep  It was my routine before going to sleep  My place was their arms or my beautiful cradle  Which had toys, flowers & also a small ladle.

The way they cared & their lovely cwtch  Few felt jealous as they could only watch  I rest during the day & play at night  They sacrifice their sleep till the timings get right.

Now they started aging & growing old  Bit change in weather they feel cold  I should take care of them & be bold  No one can match their efforts even weighing them with gold.

The pain she felt during the labor  Nothing and no one can fulfill that favor  I owe every drop of her milk’ flavour  Even though I can’t remember its savour.

They never got irritated by our silly & repeated questions  Now they ask, I ignore and show angry emotions  I regret my past & kneel in front of you two  Simple words today I acknowledge, thank you.

I was harsh sometimes, I regret  Forgive me please & try to forget  You love your kids why worry  But still, I apologize, I’m sorry.

I pray you to live long and be healthy  Without your blessings no point in being wealthy  I may have kids & a beautiful wife  My parents are Pearls of My Life… - Mohammed Zaid Sulthan

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Childhood Days

Mornings’ start with tom and jerry fights Meeting friends marks the evening, and finishing of tuitions welcomes the night.

Listening to the story of angels, imagining ourselves in that world awaiting for angels to arrive, but comes the sun to wake us, then also if we don’t get up we get a nice tiding from our parents.

The school was our other world. The world full of friends, teachers, and books sometimes we maintain notes and sometimes everything other than notes. Bunking, canteen, sports, fest, annual day celebrations, friendship day – each of a different flavor, all-important in our lives. Everything is new and first of its kind here. Begged, cried, gave a happy hug, a cute tiding but it still left us, this is how we grew up.

Our Lost Childhood SOME THINGS ARE BOUND TO CHANGE

-Anjum

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The Tangled Life

In this tangled life some secrets well kept How to reveal? well aware of the result All dreams are swept away with tears. but still, little dreams grow silently deep within A day will come, when we need to find ourselves walk on the unknown path prefer oneself ere others in this selfish world -Anjum

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Walking Alone

You walked the path Me alone with you A moon to witness A moment to make Time passed by And so were you I walked the path But where were you? I found you Walking through the same Someone to accompany you But why not me this time? Did I bother you? My thoughts disturbed you? Am I not the one To walk with you Did I bother you so much? Didn’t even care to look around for me Was my presence trouble for you ?! Let me know my mistake If I could correct And walk the path All again with you…

-Anjum

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Insaan kobanake panchi

Jab parr kath qaid karna tha, toh panchi banaya kyun ? Insaan banke aaye thy Insaan hi dafn hote Panchi bana ke aasmaan ke sapne dikhaye kyun ?

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Bachpan

Meethe se jhooth Bachpan ke khel Galiyon mein shor machana Sab ka milna milana Pedh se fhal churana Kanch ki khidki todna Bhooth banke din mein sabko darana Bade logon ka woh daanth na Chup chupake doorbell bajana Nadan parinde banke udte phirna Paraye aur apno ka Fark na jane ye bachpan Zindagi ka matlab chocolates aur friends aur toys hota Dukh ka matlab chocolates na milne par rona hota Bachpan mein khidki se takna iss duniya ko Ajeeb si lagti thi yeh duniya tabhi Sochte thy hum, hum bhi hojaye bade kabhi

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Bachpan

Hey Everyone,

Bachpan, Flashback of memories, khisse aur kahaniyon ka makaan, shararat aur shaitaniya ki dukaan, Na hoti kabhi bhi Thakaan. come lets relive, those sweet and sour moments of life.

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