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A Narrow Escape



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My breath became laboured, my heartbeat increased, as I sat there under the bright light. Though my eyes were open I saw nothing in particular. My mouth was open, as if locked in a silent scream. My hands grabbed the blue arm-rests, my fingers taut, as droplets of sweat formed on my forehead.

“We have to get out of here”, my thoughts directed towards my numb tooth as I felt like scooting off from the claustrophobic chair.

Alas! I was but, a mere pawn under the mask-covered thug who peered into my oral cavity.


I wouldn’t like to admit it, but I had myself brought on these nightmares, thanks to my very sweet tooth, which now was the subject of attention of the dental archeologist.

Though I like to take life’s challenges on the chin and meet them with a smile on my face, here I was with a numb mouth, a jab of a needle inside the cavity paralysing the smile causing muscles.

As I lay there motionless, my head sometimes twitching with agony, the mad dentist drilling and filing away at the root, I wondered at the variety of life conjured up by the Ultimate Maker.

Here was I, the epitome of manliness (or so I liked to believe), egoistic about my power and resilience but then here was a colony of tiny bacteria, which had decided to make a home inside one of my tooth, making my cry out in pain and fright in the middle of the night, just by touching some raw nerve.

Yes, it had all started one night, after a particularly wholesome meal followed by dessert, when I tossed and turned on the bed, to the exaggerated discomfort of the better half, with one palm on my cheek, trying to ease the pain.

The mad dentist, on my first visit to his den, explained to me that the foundation of a bacterial colony, was laid long back in my mouth, whenever I shied away from “swachch mukh Abhiyan”, known in common parlance as nighttime brushing.

Then with an evil grin he had said, “Let’s take a selfie!”. That was the time when I first doubted his mental condition.

He had then proceeded to push in a vile tasting plastic film into my mouth, in front of the culprit black sheep of my 32 pearls.

The selfie stick was manoeuvred near my cheek and a click indicated that the pic was taken. The film was developed and I saw the extent of the colony, slowly but surely advancing, with one bacterial foot inside the nerve doorway.

Then to enlighten me further, the dentist proceeded to frighten me with a set of a mobile chewing mechanism, with obnoxiously pink gums and pearly white teeth, to show me the extent of damage caused by the tiniest species.


To cut a long story short, I had a narrow escape along with the said tooth, though with a protective cap on its sheared off head.

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Papad Man




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The wife was well and truly disturbed since few days. She loves her kitchen kingdom but there was something which was making her agitated.

“Yatin, come to the kitchen” and I had to move myself away from the TV and run inside.

“Do you smell it?”

“What? The food?”, I asked in earnestness. “Umm…it smells beautiful!”


Thinking that it must be a new incense stick she has discovered, I exclaim, “These new incense sticks smell so beautiful”

“Yatin! I am not even burning the incense sticks. How can you smell them?”

Then she adds, “It’s a pungent smell. As if some lizard is rotting”

Once she says it, I smell it. “Yes, I can smell it. Ugh…”

“Oh, now you smell it? Now help me to search the source of the smell.”

I saw my couch potato time going for a toss.

But when the high command commands, you leave everything aside and do as she pleases.

The next 1 hour is spent in cleaning of all lower shelves in the kitchen bending over and doing the deed…but there is no dead lizard to be found.

So the next target is what else, but the higher shelves.

She opens one of the shelves and ughh…the smell consumes the kitchen space. We look for the departed lizard…but what’s this?

A small plastic bag is picked up by the wife and pushed in front of my nose…and I almost suffocate. So this is the source; but what does it contain?

“You bought these papads (a thin dried cake of dough, which can be of rice or other grains) a week back didn’t you? How did you not notice the smell when you bought it? You always want these papads but don’t know how to shop for them?”

I protest feebly that it was not smelling at the time of buying but to no avail.

“Now throw it in the dustbin. No wait. My dustbin will smell. Pack it in another plastic bag, go downstairs and throw it in the big dustbin outside”

Thus ended my desire for a few humble papads as I am now at the mercy of my wife to buy them whenever she wishes to indulge the taste buds of her Papad Man.

But I must say, I admire my wife’s swachchata Abhiyan inside the house where even our dustbin doesn’t smell.

Yatindra Tawde

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”She Unveiled The Writer In Me”



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She was the kind of girl who was usually quiet in large groups of people or around a lot of people. She always heard everyone but kept her response to bare minimum. But whenever she responded, she was articulate. And that was probably the reason why people valued her opinion too much.
She was the kind of girl who had been through so much in life that she knew pain in and out. She had learnt life, the hard way and she wore her pain beautifully. Although she never showed this to anyone but somehow I could read this through her eyes. Her soul resided in them and it clearly reflected the fighter she had been.
And I always knew that she was beyond repair.
I knew that she’d always be slightly off centred, slightly moody and the demons of her past will keep dwelling on her present at times.
She was difficult, I knew but then she was so real in this world full of mannequins that I found her irresistible.
So, I never tried to mend her. Instead, I started reading her, learning her…loving her.
I saw her sing her broken song and dance wildly to it. I saw her sipping her favourite whisky and sleeping to it. I saw her reading her favourite book and falling in love with the writer all over again.
I spent every day trying to understand her. Trying to feel her. Trying to breathe her.
And it took me a long time to realize that I will never be able to understand her entirely because she herself wasn’t sure who she was. She was evolving with emotions every day in my life.
So, I did exactly what was needed for me to learn love. I never thought of repairing her and instead started relishing the art she was. I walked with her without judgements, without questions…but with only a heart that belonged to her.
And that’s what unveiled the writer in me. Coz you know, I decided that I’d rather be ripped apart from her, than rip a part from her.
Such was my love!

She Unveiled The Writer In Me

By – Prathamesh Lohar

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Accidental Love: Bike Ride (Part V)



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“Oye,” she said.

I was absolutely stunned seeing her so close in person. Open hair turned on one side around her neck, pretty smiling eyes with perfectly lined eyebrows, natural carved lips with lip gloss on it, navy blue top and sky blue jeans. I have seen her before on Facebook but trust me she was more stunning in person.

I got down from bike, looking at her and smiling I said, ”Heyy”.

We hugged each other. Even though we were close online but still it was just an awkward friendly hug as we were meeting for the first time.

“So how did you recognize me in helmet and goggles?” I asked with curiosity.

Helmet and goggles mein the isiliye to pehchaan gayi, khud se jyada to bike ke pics uploaded hai Instagram pe,” she replied with a smile. I don’t know why but she had an awkward blush on her face that day.

“Yeah,” I replied scratching my head with a stupid smile on face.

“So shall we move?” I asked while sitting on the bike.

“Yeah, sure, but I will ride,” she replied.

“What?” I was surprised rather shocked listening to this.

“Yeah, give me the helmet,” she said.

“Are you sure?” I asked in confusion.

“Of course I’m. I love riding bikes,” she replied.

Tumne kabhi bataya nahi,” I said passing my helmet to her.

Kuch chize batayi nahi, dikhayi jaati hai,” she replied with a smile while wearing the helmet.

I got off my seat and said clearing my throat, “First gear in front rest other in back.”

She just looked at me and replied while sitting on the bike, ”Mileage 40kmpl, 150CC, single cylinder, twin spark, DTS-I Engine, maximum speed 110kmph, tubeless tyres. Umm, is there anything I missed?”

I almost fainted with surprise and some shock.

“Do I even know her?” I asked myself.

I just kept on looking at her with surprise. She just turned the key under the fuel tank with the right hand, pulled the clutch and gave the self-start,”Uhh. Smooth firing. Did servicing this week itself.”

“Now you are freaking me out,” I replied looking away from her. She was right by the way. I gave my bike for servicing last week itself.

“Hahaha. Alright.  Come on. Let’s go,” she said.

I sat on the back seat holding the backrest. It is not that I have never sat on a back seat with a girl taking the reigns, but going on a date with a girl who is riding your bike and you are taking a back seat was something totally unexpected. I was shocked to the core.

It would have been just 2 mins, we were riding and I started feeling really uncomfortable. I never knew that the back seat of my bike was so uncomfortable. I was sitting in such an awkward position that vehicles passing by were looking at us. Maybe I was getting too conscious that day being shocked.

“Am I riding well?” she asked looking into side mirror.

“Hmmmm,” I replied nodding.

“Then why are you so uncomfortable?” she asked.

“Because your hair are going into my nose,” I lied purposefully as I  didn’t want to sound like a bitch.

“Oops, sorry,” she said and turned her hair around her left shoulder.

Damn, that ‘Infinity’ tattoo on her neck.

Ok, let me tell you, I’m very choosy and picky about my choice. May it be things or may it be people. Few things in a girl that actually make me take interest in her are beautiful eyes, dimpled cheeks, neck tattoo, aviator goggles, etc.

Completely forgetting about the discomfort I was facing while sitting on back seat I kept on looking at her tattoo.

“Sexy tattoo by the way,” I said.

“Haha, thanks,” she replied.

“Are you going to propose me today?” she asked. Yeah, it was normal for us, we did flirt a lot.

“I was thinking to. why?” I asked.

“I will say ‘Yes’ only if you allow me to ride this bike every time we meet,” she replied.

“Never, this is first and the last time I’m sitting on the back seat,” I said.

“Please na, I’m in love with this bike. You have really maintained it well,” she said.

“Thanks but No,” I replied.

Halkat,” she said.

On our way to Bandra we decided instead of China Town we will go to Rude Lounge on Hill Road as the parking was not available in China Town.  I should say she was riding really well. At last, we reached Rude Lounge. I have been there before. It was not at all a romantic place but anyhow neither was I. It was just 1.30pm by now so the place was almost empty with the loud music playing around. We got the table just at a corner where we could sit and talk. After spending such a long time talking with each other there was nothing really left to talk. I didn’t even remember how many times we proposed to each other while flirting.

A waiter brought the glass of water with menu cards.

“I will have Whisky and you?” I asked her.

“Vodka,” she replied.

“Bro, one large whisky and one vodka,” I told to the waiter.

“Anything in snacks?” he asked.

“Yup, one prawns chilly and one shashlik chicken,” I said.

“Uhhh, impressed,” she said looking at me and started laughing.

I just smiled at her, leaning towards her on the table I asked,” Do I still need to impress you?”

“Ummm, not really,” flying her shoulders she replied with an exotic smile.

I don’t know why but I actually started feeling that I was falling for her. To be frank, I was not at all here to propose her, I just wanted to meet her in person. I just wanted to see how anyone can be so awesome. Anyways I think the proposal was just a formality for us by now.

What I find genuine about us was at no point we purposefully tried to impress each other. It was just time that brought us close.

Even she was leaning on the table toward me. We were continuously looking at each other for last few seconds in those dim lights of that lounge.

“Isn’t it getting awkward?” I asked still staring at her.

“I’m actually afraid, why isn’t it getting so?” she replied with a continuous stare.

“Maybe we have lost all our senses even before getting drunk,” I said smiling but still looking into her eyes.

“Yeah, I have never been insensible in my life,” she replied.

“Well now I feel more sensible then,” I blinked at her with a broad grin.

And the waiter brought our order.

Shashlik chicken, prawns chilly and our drinks.

He kept that Shashlik plate near her and Prawns plate near me. We told him that we will prefer self-service.

I put 4 cubes of ice in my whisky and asked if needs any, which she denied and poured some 7UP in Vodka herself.

We were about to have our drinks when the waiter came again with the same drinks in his hand.

“We didn’t order this,” I said to the waiter.

“Actually sir, you placed your order at 1.55pm and by the time I entered it in our system it was 2.03pm. Happy Hours start at 2 pm. So now you have 1 plus 1,” he replied.

“Wow, lucky us. No problem place it here,” I said.

We picked up our glasses smiling at one another and clinking the glasses together, “Cheers! For us…”

Both of us had a sip and kept the glasses beside.

I took the fork in my hand, got one Prawn stuck in it and holding it in front of her said, “Ok, Gauri…”

“Huhh… Ek peg mein chadh gayi?” she asked smiling.

Tujhe dekh kar hi chadh gayi thi…” I replied.

Haay, mein marr java Vodka maar ke,” she flirted back.

Kameeni,” I said smiling.

“Accha haan bolo, kuch kehne wale the tum?” she asked.

I just looked into her eyes holding the fork with the prawn clinging on it in front of her, “Haan… So I was saying, Gauri, I don’t really believe in destiny. Yes but I do believe in coincidence. Some are good, some are bad. But let me tell you, ‘You are the best Coincidence I ever had’. I’m not asking you for a lifetime commitment. Not even for you to be with me forever. I’m just asking you to be with me now and then never. I just want to live ‘This Moment’ with you…”

I could see the euphoria of joy in her eyes. I knew she is going to say ‘Yes’, but how?

“Ohh come on, be creative, Honey. Say something I will always remember,” I said to her in mind even though I was still looking into her eyes.

What she did next actually stunned me.

She might have thought a little and then just stood up from her chair, held the fork in my right hand with her left hand, leaned forward completely towards me, pulled me towards her with my shirt collar and planted a KISS on my lips.

I was so stunned that I couldn’t do anything. That kiss might have lasted for a second or two but it was like an era for me. Even after the kiss, I was still looking at her with my eyes wide open holding the fork in one hand and the side of the table with another. She just got back into her place, had a look at my hand holding the fork with a piece of entire Prawn on it, pulling it towards her she said, ”Anything for the Prawn”, and grabbed a bite.

I was still unable to get out of it. I just kept the fork back into the plate and started looking at her with a mild blush on my cheeks.

Seeing me, even she held the hand on her face started laughing, ”Oh my god, I can’t believe what I did just now.”

“You are responsible for whatever happened just now. The last thing I heard was, ‘this moment’ and all I knew was I wanted to kiss you,” she continued.

I tried getting back to normal. Taking a sip of my whisky again, I said, ”Nice Lipstick by the way. Strawberry flavour?”

“Yuhhhhhh. I am gonna kill you,” she stood at her place again and started slapping me on my shoulder.

While she was beating me I just held her arm and pulled her closer and asked,”So if I want to taste it again, will I have to propose to you again?”

Pulling herself away from me and getting back in her seat she said,”Nope, you can taste it anytime you want.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, I always keep this lipstick in my bag. You can borrow the entire lipstick if you like it so much,” she said.

“Uhh, this sarcasm…” I said.


In case you missed how it all started please check out below :

Accident love : Part 1

Facebook friends : Part 2

When she herself tells to ping! : Part 3

Here’s goes their first date : Part 4


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