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.
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.
On March 24, 2020, Prime Minister called for a complete lockdown of the entire nation for 21 days to contain the COVID-19 pandemic. In a televised address to the country, he said that even those nations with the best medical facilities could not curb the virus and that social distancing is the only option to mitigate it. The decision got proposed from the experiences of health sector experts and experiences of other countries and that 21 days is essential to break the chain of infection.
Mohini enters the bathroom for a shower, but that's when she remembers that she has to wash her hair. The old shampoo bottle was exhausted, so she had to go back to get the new bottle. She steps out of the bathroom and looks for the shampoo bottle around her bedside table. She found it in almost no time and, picks it up. She turned around to get back inside the bathroom. Before she could take another step, a muffled moan reverberates her eardrums.
Sunita was fooling around her son’s phone in an attempt to see if he was up to no good. She’d recently read on the internet everyone seems to be fap-chatting in some way or the other. She wanted to prevent him from landing in any trouble at his adolescent age. Scrolling around, she didn’t find anything. She was about to keep the phone away until she observed a thumbnail that had an odd-looking thumb on it. But it wasn’t a thumb indeed. It was something that made her mouth water and petals moist. The primal nature of the odd-looking thumb and how much she wanted to hold it, caress it, and get hammered by it stimulates her womanhood. And then it hits her. It’s her son’s pego. She recognized the bathroom tiles in the background of that image. She hurriedly puts the phone away, disgusted by herself.
Rabiya was a woman in her early forties. In this modern era, she considered herself a woman who couldn’t show her skin or face to anyone but her family. She would always wear a Burqa, Hijab, and Niqab to cover herself abundantly. She had a teenage daughter named Sana. Sana was the only child of her parents. Sana was just opposite to Rabiya and was rebellious. Sana would wear whatever she would want to, and her father would always support her, unlike her mother.
Neelam, a 50 year old entrepreneur was single again after 25 years of marriage. She was fed up of the constant quarrels she had with her husband over the years. She finally decided to call off the relationship. Her daughter Sapna had married 6 months ago. Soon after her marriage, she took a break and tried to get involved with her favorite hobbies. Although she was enjoying her freedom, she felt a void within her. She was always submissive by nature but her husband was completely opposite to the kind of man she wanted to be with all her life. At this ripening age, she often thought she had made a huge mistake by taking so long to get out of her marriage.
“Hello, me Hetal Joshi boltey” (I am Hetal Joshi speaking) (Hetal called up the Arthur road jail authorities again today in the hope of a miracle, but even before she could continue, the person at the other end replied), “Aho madam tumhaala kiti vela saangayacha ki saaheb busy aahet mhanun?” (Ma’am how many times should I tell you that sir is busy?)
