For the past couple of months, I declined her multiple dinner invitations. She even suggested the idea of going out for dinner in case I didn't enjoy her food anymore. Actually, I wanted to go out with her or have a homemade dinner at her place too. But ever since lockdown, things have had changed.
Veena was 33-year-old and a mother of a 4-year-old boy. She never had time for herself up until now. Rohit, her husband, is an entrepreneur. Recently some rich people got interested in Rohit's product, and his business had finally started making some money.
Srija takes lessons on reproductive system from a peon. Prakash was a man in his mid-thirties. He was the office boy and the peon of a co-ed boarding school. With a height of 6 feet 2 inches, Prakash towers over all the other staff in the school. His daily duty begins early morning when he starts to whistle, passing next to girls' and boys' hostel dormitories to wake them up early for their morning exercises on the playground.
Hari Ram was a nineteen-year-old boy who was living alone by himself. His father left him and his mother when he left for Mumbai and got himself a daily wage job. After that, the father never returned to their village. Hari Ram's mother passed the very last year.
I was thirteen years old when I created an Instagram account for my mother. Sometimes it's hard to believe how dumb our parents can be when it comes down to using new technologies. At that time, I had no idea where this little Instagram account would lead us to. Mother followed me the next day, but I didn't follow back. I was not interested in checking her pictures or stories at all.
Nandini was a divorcee living alone in a town close to a hill station. She was a tourist guide by profession. Life wasn't always like this for her. During her college days, she fell in love with one of her professors. The professor took advantage of her. The innocent Nandini thought he was going to marry her.
I came back home from a friend's sister's wedding with a bottle of thumbs up. I don't drink often. But don't refrain on occasions either. It was one such occasion. I quaffed one-quarter of the bottle but still had another quarter to go. I mixed it with a cold drink and brought it home to consume it later that night when I got the chance.
“Why didn't you come down for the dessert?” A soft voice startled Kabir, who had just zipped his pants after tinkling at the corner of the rooftop.
Minakshi was dressed in a red saree and was looking spectacularly beautiful on Diwali night. She did most of the decoration on her own for the house with the help of her maid indeed. The maid was on leave as she had to celebrate Diwali with her own family as well.
