G Writes

  As I sat on the plush velvet chair, waiting for my name to be called, the grandeur of the oath-taking ceremony blurred into the background. My heart should have been soaring; this was the moment I had dreamed of my entire life. Instead, it felt heavy, as if a stone had lodged itself in my chest. The hall was filled with the who's who of Indian politics, their faces painted with false smiles and calculated congratulations. Cameras flashed, reporters buzzed, and yet, I felt utterly alone. My name is Deepak Sukhwinder, the soon-to-be Chief Minister of Delhi. A title I fought for, sacrificed for. A title I now wear like a crown of thorns. As I leaned back, my thoughts began to wander, pulling me into the labyrinth of memories I’d tried so hard to suppress. My Abba’s voice echoed in my ears, deep and commanding, yet filled with warmth. “Deepak, Dilip, you two are the roots of this family tree. Stay united, no matter what storms come your way.” Abba and Mama were everything to us. They...

It was a lock down day. My hubby is too much worried on his job related tensions, its usual that he gets so stressed after client meetings and discussions. I decided to make some tea for him, when I returned from kitchen I saw him laying on the bed too tired. Let him sleep a good nap is necessary for him. I sat next to him ran my fingers over his hairs. The first time when we meet it was sure that I am going to marry this guy. Both of us were fed up in hanging on matrimonial walls. Even though it was a formal meeting I spotted my favorite book with him when he unknowingly ordered my favorite flavored Juice. I smiled at him and he knew I would be his future. Suddenly his hands wrapped me the very serious and impatient CEO felt like a baby sleeping peacefully in my hands I too slept somewhere in between our thoughts. I always had certain doubts on my husband. The way he talks his gestures everything is different know. I was sure some external force is making him to do some unethica...