Author: Aashiya

It’s a Sunday morning and all I’ve been doing since the time I’ve been awake is to adore him. He isn’t a teddy bear with whom I used to sleep in my childhood. He isn’t furry but he’s my soft toy. He’s a hard muscular man,well built ofcourse. He’s a guy who spends hours in gym and forwards his pictures just to flatter me. He is the guy who still watches those cartoons and laughes, and cries if his favourite character is in mishap. He is none other than my dear husband. He’s my best friend and he’s my guide.…

In the darkness of the room,a little murmur was heard. “I am the princess,not you.” “But mommy says I am the princie” “You are princie, not princess” “you are bad,I am princess and princie both” “dumbo: you are a boyie” “then I am a princess” “but boyie is not princess,boyie is princie” “no no I’m the princess and that is done” “I’ll complain to your mommie and she will throw you out of my castle” “you are a bad girl” “you are a bad boyie” “I hate you don’t talk to me” “you are talking to me” “I am not”…

To my bestfriend, my love, Writing a letter to you wasn’t something I ever thought. Afterall in this era of mechanisation,who even cares to have a look on a mere sheet of paper. But babe, I couldn’t take more. Yes,you are right. Your baby girl is tired. Tired of this life and tired of living. I know I am your strong power girl but there has been a limit to human potential. You remember those days we used to hide near the bush in the park and used to scare those unwanted strangers who used to hinder us from playing.…