Friend gets the job of his dreams
A bear tight hug

Child wakes up having a nightmare
A reassuring hug

Mom is learning to use the internet
A proud hug

Seeing the lover after a year,
A passionate hug

There are many kinds of hugs,
Some big, some tight,
some small, some light
But every hug comes from the heart
Which holds so many emotions
Some true, some false
Some right, some wrong


The surprise

(A phone conversation)

She : “What time are you coming home”
He : “About 9”
She : “Come sooner if possible, a surprise awaits you”
He: “You know I hate suspense, come out with it”
She: “Then keep guessing”
He: “Baby, am tired already, don’t have the energy to play guessing games”
She: “Hahaha, cut the call and see to it that you come home soon.”

Sighing, he cut the call and concentrated on the document he was proof reading. Once done, he switched off the laptop and let his mind wander, thinking what could be the surprise. She had just joined a reputed fashion house . Maybe she had designed a new dress to impress him. Smiling to himself, he winded up things from his desk and started to leave. While waiting at a traffic signal, he mulled what would they have for dinner. If there was one thing she absolutely had no clue about was cooking. Boarding school, hostel, PG – these were the three words she uttered accompanied by a sorry smile, while she relished his pasta at one potluck get together, when he asked her “what have you cooked”.

“If she has a surprise for me today, I will have one for her too. Let me try some Indo-Chinese today. She will love it.”

He rang the door bell to his apartment.

In his mind, he saw her coming with a whiff of freshness and a hint of fragrance.
All he saw was a hint of flour on her cheeks and a whiff of garam masala.

Bewildered, he made way for the giggling neighbour hurrying away.

“Thanks a lot”, she shouted to the neighbour.

“Welcome”, she said with a bright smile.
His heart soared.


Lately, I am

happy that I am following an exercise regime after procrastinating for so long
sad that I am not able to roam around the city with the BFF in weekends like the olden times

scared that the husband reads me so clearly, I am unable to keep my emotions to myself
joyous that the family loves my baking experiments and keeps telling it to the world and our fourth cousins

worried because not a single long-term plan of mine is seeing even the light of the day
grateful when I see so many inspiring people around me, letting me learn from their mistakes

surprised when a long-lost school friend replies back warmly over chat
shocked to see the ever escalating cost of living these days

excited to see long emails from people close to my heart
calm when some pesky relatives poke their noses in our personal affairs

wondrous when I feel someone is watching over me.