30 days writing challenge

DAY 29/30/29/JUNE/2020 अरे एक ‘गुड न्यूज’ आहे बरका ओंकार, अभिजित म्हणाला. ‘गुड न्यूज' काय? आता अभिजित आणि मी इंजीनियरिंग च्या एकाच वर्षाला पण वेगवेगळ्या कॉल्लेगे मध्ये शिकत होतो. पण दोघंही मेकॅनिकल इंजीनियरिंग ला, दुसऱ्या वर्षाला. आता त्या काळात, त्या वयात आमच्या सारख्यांना गुड न्यूज म्हणजे काय तर सिनेमाला जाणे, किंवा बाहेर हादडायला जाणे, किंवा नात्यात ल्या कोणाची तरी मुंज, किंवा लग्न ठरणे. ह्या पलीकडे काय? अगदीच टोकाचे म्हणजे कॉलेज ला सुट्टी मिळणे, परीक्षा रद्द होणे किंवा सबमिशन ची तारिख पुढे ढकलणे. कसली गुड न्यूज असेल ह्याच्या विचारात मग्न असतानाच अभिजित म्हणला,”अरे,आत्याचं लग्न ठरलं!” ही आत्या म्हणजे, अभिजीत च्या वडिलांची कुठलीतरी लांबची बहीण. पण तिचं कोणीच नसल्यामुळे, ती अभिजीत च्याच घरी राहायची. तिचं नाव मीना. मीना आत्या तशी वयाने मोठी होती. जवळ जवळ ३२-३४वर्षांची असेल. त्याचे वडील मीना आत्याची अगदी व्यवस्थित काळजी घ्यायचे. तिलाही ह्या मोठया भावा शिवाय कोण. "अरे सांगतोस काय? वा! मस्त! कधी आहे ?" " पुढच्या महिन्यात." अभिजित म्हणाला. मग बघता बघता लग्नाचा दिवस...

DAY 12/30/12/JUNE/2020   Sensing Sensitivity On a lazy Sunday afternoon, with morning better to do I was watching the television, sitting in my favorite relax chair. Watching is an over statement. I was casually and sleepily channel surfing. While doing so I didn't realise exactly at what point I dozed off. I also don't know how long I did so. And at a point, my grip on the remote loosened and it slipped and dropped on the floor making a 'Thadackk' sound. I woke up like a rabbit and started looking for the source of the noise. That is a very delicate stage. You are neither asleep nor awake. You are in your senses but don't feel so. I realised then that the remote has slipped and fallen down. With an effort I bent down and picked it up. I looked at thr tv. It had turned mute. I unmuted it. An advertisement was playing. Just as thr advertisement finished, the movie resumed. At once I recognized the movie. It was Sunny Deol's Arjun. Its one of my favorite movies. I...

ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS I was in sixth grade and my sister was in fourth grade. We were studying in the same school. I had a project to make and submit it the next day in the class. I was working on my project since I got back from the school. I was done with the major work of cutting the right pictures and sticking them over the project book. Now only the writing stuff was remaining. Dad had helped me in getting the information and sorting it out to come up only the crucial and most essential information that should go on the project. I quickly took out my pouch to look for a black sketch-pen. I searched in the pouch, could see all the colors but black. So I thought of borrowing it from my sister.   She didn’t have any homework and was nicely playing with her doll. I asked for a black sketch-pen. Initially she denied saying she doesn’t have one and continued playing with her doll. I urged her to check carefully as I needed it urgently. She got up, went up to he...

  This is a story of an evening that occurred almost twenty two years ago. Shweta and I shifted to Mumbai from Pune immediately after marriage, as I had a job opportunity in Mumbai. Luckily we had a friend who had a 2 bhk flat to be rented out in Andheri west. That was a convenient location for me as my workplace was in Andheri east. Things had fallen in place. We had moved to Mumbai and had now been settled there after almost six months. We had started to understand the pulse of the city and liking it despite all the problems, which generally only the outsiders complained about. Newly married couples then staying all by themselves with complete privacy, what else could you ask for. One day we were watching a movie together and in that there was a scene where the couple is having a nice dinner at a restaurant and having wine along. The beautiful, bulging wine glasses with that red velvety textured wine was a treat to the eyes. Shweta said with a husky voice, "Lets have some wine s...

It was a Saturday morning, the beginning of a weekend for Rohit. Given a choice he would complete his sleep quota for the week and laze around. A typical hostel like habit. As he was stretching himself across the bed like a cat and casting himself in the perfect posture to sleep, “Rohit, get up fast! It’s late. You need to go to the bank. Get up fast! Please! Get up! Get up!” shouted Priya, Rohit’s wife. Priya was an early riser and loved her morning time. Rohit just acknowledged the morning alarm coming from Priya with a saddened “Ok! Ok!” from Rohit. Very reluctantly, just like the postmen deliver the mails in the buildings without lifts, Rohit pushed himself, just like a cat, getting into different acrobatic poses, out of the bed finally. Priya smiled to herself and experienced a sense of small victory.   Rohit got ready and sat at the dining table. Priya felt like returning the favor, so she had cooked Rohit’ s favorite ‘dosa’ for breakfast and served it with piping hot ‘sa...