Soaked in Love

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl. . 

Rishabh picked up bags for Aliya and Rohan and asked them to hold the umbrella above their head. He then picked them up in his arms making sure their school shoes don’t get dirty and their uniform is not drenched in rain. Yes, he loved rains like crazy! But right now he knew he had a great task at hand, to drop his kids to the school. Sonalika waved towards the three of them, 'Bye Rohan! Bye Aliya! Be careful, don't play in rains! Finish your lunch..' she yelled.

She noticed she had to quickly pick up the clothes that had been drying up. While she gathered all of them, she got drenched in rain. She still had to finish her daily chores. Sonalika quickly packed Rishabh's lunch. She went to change her clothes.

'Ting-Tong, Ting-Tong' she heard the door bell. She wondered who had rung the bell, since Rishabh had just left 10 mins ago. She wore her maxi that she had just removed.

She answered the door- "Whose there??"

A male voice answered- “Sona, it's me! Open the door."

'Rishabh! You just scared the hell out of me', she screamed. She opened the door and handed over a towel to Rishabh. 'You will catch cold, who asked you to go out without a rain coat?' she scolded. Rishabh admired her, as she walked out of the room and moved to the other room to change, he smiled playfully. He shut the door and followed her into the other room. She was busy murmuring, 'I need to take care of every one. Nobody listens to me....’ Suddenly she felt a hand cupping her left bust. 'So, nobody listens to my baby...Hmnn' Rishabh whispered softly in Sonalika's ear. Before she could reply, she felt Rishabh's lips over hers. He was slowly and softly exploring her soft lips.

Sonalika felt a spark with her husband’s unexpected gesture. Rishabh's wet hairs were touching her forehead and she slowly opened her lips and pressed her lips on his lower lip and sucked it softly. Rishabh moved his hands around her neck and through her wet hair; he slowly moved one of the straps of her bra from the right and kissed her shoulder. Sonalika asked, 'Are you not going to work today?' Before she could ask more questions, Rishabh again started kissing her amorously. She moved her fingers on his spine, digging in her nails. Just as she thought she is taking the lead...Sonalika began moaning.  Rishabh knew exactly what turns on Sonalika. She felt his lips all over her bosom; her bra was on her waist.., while she leaned on the wall. She looked at Rishabh through her half opened eyes, while he was fondling, squeezing and biting the fuller and voluptuous beauties. Her moaning grew louder as Rishabh gripped and mouthed them one after the other repeatedly. He softly chewed Sonalika’s nipples between his teeth. She cried in pain, 'You know how to get me going, don’t you!'

The cool breeze filled their house as the window banged wide open in the other room and they could hear the rain pour heavily loud and clear outside. Rishabh couldn't resist the aroma of the rain drenched walls of his veranda.  Just when he closed the windows...he felt some caressing between his legs. Sonalika, made Rishabh lie down on the Sofa. 'What are you doing baby' he asked her innocently. 

She gently moved her hands around his inner thighs, legs and felt his pelvis. She started breathing heavily and kissing his crotch. Rishabh closed his eyes and was just lost in to another world with each warm breath that she blew. Sonalika started getting a response from the monster with each breath she exhaled. Her face was dug between Rishabh’s legs. The lightning struck again. Both of them were lost in the comforting sound of raindrops and thunder. 

In the grey light that filled up their room, Sonalika pulled down his brief along with his track pants and covered Rishabh's aroused monster with her juicy wet lips. Their living room echoed Sonalika swallowing and gasping the big demon and shadowed her face going up and down. 

Rishabh was ecstatic, when he felt her tongue playing with his precious two. He moved Sonalika's bum towards his face while she licked and caressed his jewels with love. Before Sonalika could finish fondling and sucking the hard rock bone, she felt a current around her clitoris. Rishabh was ready to charge! He wanted Sonalika to widen her legs. He slid her panty and passionately rubbed his tongue between the folds of her labia. As soon as he started to insert his tongue and stimulate her, Sonalika couldn't resist, 'Honey please! Make love to me' she begged Rishabh.

Rishabh removed Sonalika's wet panty and wrinkled maxi in haste.  She winked and grabbed a cover for Rishabh's wicked toy. She removed his wet t-shirt before she climbed him up. She cried in joy, 'Aaargh! I am not getting down today easily.' The wall shadowed their coherent humping, which rhymed like a song with the raindrops outside. After a while, Sonalika switched position and Rishabh pushed to and fro rapidly. ‘Faster! Harder! Yeah harder!’ she moaned. Going deeper each time and stroking Sonalika sensuously, Rishabh widened her legs.  As Sonalika clutched her legs across him, Rishabh felt a gush of juices moving out, ‘Love you! My horny babe!’ he exhaled. They clenched each other's hands and gasped for breath. Their pink faces were relaxed.

As they lay on the bed and cuddled each other, they heard the thunder, lightning and raindrop. They looked into each other’s content eyes when Sonalika lovingly said, despite being married for so many years; this romantic monsoon rain ‘soaked us in love’ again.

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Forever

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 54; the fifty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. 

Mom: Be a good girl, take care of yourself and be a good daughter-in-law.

Daughter: But I don’t want to leave you and Dad. I want to stay with you Forever.

Mom: Every girl has to go one day. Eventually you will have to go my dear. They are your new family.

Daughter: I have never lived without you guys. How will I manage? I don’t know them.

Mom: You have to lead your life with your husband and he is a nice guy, he will take good care of you.

Daughter: But you love me more! You guys know my nature, my habits. I feel scared and lonely with them.

Mom: They will love you as well, you will be happy. Don’t worry, we are just a phone call away.

Daughter: If you say so, I will try my best. But I can’t imagine my life without you all. Life will not be the same, I wish I could stay with you forever.

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Redefined Love of an Arranged Marriage

I can not forget how I you looked and when I met you for the first time,

I had butterflies in my stomach, I wore my peach dress and a sweet smile..

I still remember those days, text messages and meetings we had,

Oh! I can't skip our arguments and fights which drove us mad..

Although we had our moments of "getting to know each other",

I was still not in love..and was unsure about our marriage and future..

Sometimes I was excited, sometimes I felt loved and sometimes I was misunderstood,

But mostly I was scared of this decision and I was terribly confused.. 

Now after living a hundred and ninety eight days of our marriage with you ,

Today I feel how naive, ignorant and stupid I was to doubt you..

You haven't let any day pass without expressing how much you love me,

With you there hasn't been a night when you haven't hugged me..

I cook for you once in a while and you buy me gifts occasionally,

You are a spouse, a guide and my friend I can trust completely.. 

Our fights haven't reduced, we argue, we cry sometimes and complain, 

Honey but our love conquers these fights each time and would still remain same.. 

You have accepted me with all my imperfections and loved me everyday,

your unconditional and selfless love has made me a different "Me" today.. 

Each day I thank God for blessing me with you my darling,

I thank you for being so understanding, caring and loving..

Actually I thank you for being "you"! 

Love you forever and always..

P.S.1 - Thanks to my dearest friend Khushboo and her entire family for introducing me to you! :)

P.S.2 - I am back again and a Big Hello to my Blogville friends :) ! I hope you remember me :P

Real Celebrations of Life

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 33; the thirty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is 'Celebrations'

If we were to go by the dictionary meaning for Celebration it says, "to observe (a day) or commemorate (an event) with ceremonies or festivities or to make known publicly or proclaim or to perform with appropriate rites and ceremonies; solemnize". 

Need I say the moment one reads these words, images of the respective meanings take us down the memory lane to our favorite festivals, our birthdays, our promotions, achievements, targets met, house-warming, new assets, a new born in the family, foot-tapping music along with dance, delectable delicacies and last but not the least weddings! 

"Celebration" in simple words signifies manifold joy and triumph in numerous ways. Behind all these special occasions goes a lot of preparation, hard work, sincerity and mostly a lot of purchasing. Would it be appropriate if I call it a journey? A journey of anticipation. With each passing day you are one step closer to exuberance. We all know what awaits us. A special day over-flowing with smiles, near and dear ones around, aroma of joy in the air, rosy-cheeks with glistening eyes, plentiful camera-clicking, guests dressed to perfection, ceremonies/festivities/achievements/additions elevating the present state of being. 

A moment when you are uninhibitedly enthusiastic. 

But this reminds me of the childhood joys, when I used to play with my friends and the excitement that followed with the winning score. It reminds me of the grey clouds and rains on a winter night. How can I forget the act of bunking college for movie plans with friends. My first kiss reminds me of how my heart skipped and tickled at the same time. The moment of getting a surprise from someone. Being appreciated. Receiving compliments. Praying and wishes fulfilled. First bike ride. Ironically these moments do not require any preparation and are little celebrations of life without any decorations. They can not be artificially created or planned. They can be felt as we live each day, as we grow old.

But how many times have we paid any heed to the these little celebrations? How many times have we clicked ourselves candidly and admired it? Ever looked at your childhood albums? I am sure you will find many such moments captured. 

As we grow older, our heart gets lured with the grand celebrations in life. Which is absolutely not wrong, the nature of "celebration" is such that as years pass by we eagerly wait for these significant days in our lives. Undoubtedly they are memorable and popular. But what we overlook is that the "real" and spontaneous joys(celebrations) of life are unlimited and can be relished anytime without any anticipation or preparation. They are as special as our festivals, as our achievements, weddings, new assets. They are gala in nature too if rejoiced effusively!

So this festive season, I have a sweet and simple wish - May we celebrate the festivities of life and not just the festivals/days in a year. 

Happy Celebrating!

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Tears of Joy

"I think you are just feeling low, Ishika", said he.
Hearing this tears rolled down her face and she thought to herself - I have been feeling low from I don't-remember-since-when!

And she immediately cracked a joke and they both started laughing!

Oh Fish!

Have you ever attended a party without any will?

stayed there to enjoy and told yourself to chill..

Have you ever eaten a dish served below your expectation?

ate it to fill yourself and gauged the level of satisfaction..

Have you ever forcibly met someone again and again?

yet spoke to them at length and couldn't refrain..

Have you ever compromised on the clothes you bought?

only to tell yourself they are not that bad; as you thought..

Have you ever half-heartedly danced to a song?

and told yourself to forget for how long..
Honestly tell me, have you ever faked a smile?
and convinced yourself it is going to be just for a while..

But have you ever nonchalantly lived against your wish?

only to realize each day life is - cry and drink the same water like a fish!

"Leisure of Life"

As one grows up, he starts to set goals and gets trapped in the vicious circle of responsibilities and expectations. No doubt, life offers a lot of opportunities to celebrate and rejoice. But the frequency of such occasions varies from one individual to another or may be at our perspective. A carefree state of mind is difficult to attain. Since the time of birth, a person starts learning. The learning continues till he dies. While you learn to do things, you realize time flies and you are an adult. Other phases of life demand a lot of decision making and a grown up you. Either life changes or we change ourselves with time. The word leisure is remotely related to being carefree, like a child. It is only subject to things like watching television, surfing Internet, listening to music or may be talking to friends over phone. Materialistic things, outings only give us momentary pleasure and satisfaction.

It is not the distortion which prevails in one's life, but in one's mind which steals away the enthusiasm and charm from the adult. Not always you will come across people who are trapped in this lifestyle and who are busy with a monotonous schedule. There are some exceptions who not only believe in living life to the fullest but also in rejoicing each and every moment of it. Being stress-free and uninhibited becomes a natural act for such people. After a little bit of introspection, we would all agree that the "little me" is alive in all of us. We just need to connect and bond with our inner self. A healthy mind and an easy going full of life attitude will drive any individual with great zeal. But, after this realization do we really go for a makeshift? Are we really going to condition our stubborn and reluctant brain to become 'carefree' and experience a leisured life? We don't have to try any of these mind-tactics to enjoy or experience joys of life. It can be derived and felt from ordinary moments of life. It is the peace of mind, sense of being content and the urge to relish life which leads to inner happiness or leisure in whatever we do. A happy heart does not require extraordinary thinking or planning to enjoy life; it just needs an innocent, curious and excited you.