Suhasini: The Venture

After attending Deepa’s school function as her mother, Suhasini and Deepa began their adventure frequently going out as a mother-daughter duo. But there was a stroke of misfortune waiting for the mother…


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As I parked my car, I saw the boys stepping forward towards my car laughing and hooting. I picked up Deepa and began to walk towards the lift without daring to look at them. “Yo… look at him”, one of the boys began to shout. “Bro…It’s not him … it’s her”, another boy sarcastically replied.

As I pressed the button and waited for the lift, I could feel them closer to me than ever. Their sarcastic tone turned into serious harassment and began to call me names followed by insults and threats. As soon as the lift arrived, I pressed my floor and quickly covered my face as one of them unlocked his mobile to take a picture of me.

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As I parked my car, I saw the boys stepping forward towards my car laughing and hooting.

While walking towards my door controlling my tears, I saw Aarthi standing in front giving me a stare. I opened the door brushing her aside and let myself in. “You have made a big mistake”, she pointed me on the fact that I should have never ventured alone outside. “If it makes my daughter happy, I am even ready to do a bigger one”, I thanked for her concern and shut the door.

After Deepa slept, I removed my polish using the remover. Lying in my bed, I recollected the events which spiked my adrenaline uncontrollably. Though the events in the car park churned my stomach a bit, I felt something different when I thought about the school function. The student’s dance,  Deepa’s smile, crowd’s cheer and funny cough syrup incident made me strangely happy.  Viewing the world from mother’s eyes felt like liberation from prison in which I confined myself by distancing myself from Deepa when I was her father. At that moment, I felt like I can never give her the happiness I saw on her face as her father.

Since it was Saturday the next morning, I woke up late and it was surprising to see Deepa preparing coffee for me. “Ta da”, she gave me a cup and sat near me for my comments. “Hmm…”, she raised her eyebrows and bit her lips as I took a sip. “Perfect!”, she jumped in joy as I kissed on her forehead. “Go watch TV. Mommy will come”, I spontaneously said even though she never asked.

I quickly refreshed and took one old saree from my wife’s wardrobe. The next 30 minutes was spent in makeup and draping. “What shall we do today?”, I stepped into kitchen asking for her opinion. “We shall go by rest”, just as she was about to complete.

“What?”, I gave a smirk. “I said gobi recipe”, she fine tuned herself into Einstein and changed her answer. “Seriously?”, I gave another smirk leaning on the kitchen wall. “Yeah…yeah”, she replied without looking at me.

“Are you sure? I think I heard GO BY RESTAURANT”, I latched on to her answer. “No…no”, she now turned from Einstein to innocent baby.

“Okay. Gobi it is”, I laughed silently and began to prepare lunch. “Why don’t we go by restau…”, I rekindled our conversation while eating lunch. “Yes … yes … Gobi recipe for night”, she tried her level best to steer clear while gulping her food.

“No dummy, I said we shall go by restaurant”, she looked stunned with her mouth full of rice. “Seriously?”, she quickly gulped her food and looked at me in shock. “Yup … I am serio …”, she quickly jumped out and hugged me tight.

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I fed Deepa her lunch while we discussed our plans for the rest of the day. It was such a cute moment in my life as a mother.

“So where shall we go?” I asked for opinion while hugging her. Thus I began my (ad)venture with daughter into outside world.

“How about this place? … no … How about this one?… no”, after a few minutes of critical discussion we decided to go for a movie and dine in food court of that mall. The reason behind such selection was that “more the crowd, less the attention I get”. Soon I booked two corner tickets for evening show and prepared myself for the rollercoaster ride. For a change, I opted for modern black top and blue jeans to blend in mall freely. Deepa as usual got ready early and waited for me to complete my makeup and hair.

“How do I look?” I hesitantly came out asking as I was not convinced 100 percent about my looks. Deepa glanced from top to bottom and went inside bedroom which made me scratch my head. After pondering around, she came out with my wife’s purse and a black cooling glass. She fitted the glass and handed the purse over to me.

“Perfect!”, she gave her approval and lead me to the door. Once again as precaution, I covered my head with a scarf and reached out for the lift. “Shh…”, I requested to remain silent as I quickly glanced around to see if anyone was present nearby. “Area clear”, we both rushed towards our car and left to the mall.

“Welcome to Moviezone madam”, I gave a quick smile as the authority checked my ticket. We thoroughly enjoyed the movie without any second thoughts.

“Two popcorn and coke, please”, the person at counter gave a puzzled look as I ordered. “Mmm… Throat infection…”, I pretended to clear my throat and gave a wry smile. “Oh…”, his expression changed back to normal and came back with my
order. This entire episode repeated itself when I ordered my menu at food court.

We roamed around the mall and even gathered courage to step into shopping center to look for new dress. I never looked out of place as we enjoying to the core till 10pm.

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I went out as a mother to watch a movie with Deepa in a mall. I decided to wear a black top and jeans to blend easily with the mall crowd. Going out with Deepa had opened up a new world for me.

During our return, I decided to tread carefully and looked around the basement for those boys. “Phew…”, I was relieved to see basement empty. We reached our
apartment and changed back to normal dress.

“Deepa”, I picked up a conversation while putting my daughter to sleep. “Yeah”, she looked at me hugging her teddy. “Tomorrow… Hmmm … Do you want to Gobi (or) Go by”, I teased her with my sentence. “Definitely GO BY”, we both laughed hysterically looking at each other and began our critical discussion on where to dine tomorrow.

The next day, we decided to level up our game and went to a five star hotel. As usual I played my cough syrup game and generously tipped the waiter while leaving. With three trails proving success, we decided to up the ante in coming weeks.

Soon the boring weekends turned into thrillers as we partied in several social places. My fear turned into excitement, normal dresses to stellar sarees, and rugged beards to soft clean shaves and so on. To my annoyance, the insults from those boys continued as well.

Being her mother in public uplifted my mood during the weekdays. My feminine energy totally complimented my work and everyone in my workplace was surprised to see me happy like never before.

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Over the weekends, I would transform into a diva and a mother who would do everything to take care of her daughter.

Over the weekends, me a day job employee transformed into a diva and electrified the entire world. As the days turned into months, my persona as her mother took over our life and I prayed every day that it stayed that way.

On such weekend, “How do I look?” I stood in front as usual for her approval. “Huh, deep cut blouse …”, she opened her mouth in awe as she saw me wearing a deep back blouse for the first time. “Surprise!” I turned around making my free flowing pallu dance in the air. “Just Wow”, she approved me of my new try.

As usual, we went for a movie and dined in a five star restaurant. This time I needed no cough syrup as I had total grip on my feminine tone. It was 10pm when we reached the basement and Deepa had already begun to chat about tomorrow’s plan.

“Sanctuary?… Theme park? … How about Aquarium?”, she stacked her opinion as I stood carrying her waiting in front of lift.

“Anything you … ”, before I could complete my sentence. “MOMMY!”, Deepa screamed at the top of her lungs. “THUD” Someone struck me with an object from behind, as I slowly fell to the floor. I groaned in pain only to realize it was those boys who hit me. With bare conscious I saw lift door opening, “Run”, I pointed Deepa to get onto the lift.

As the lift door closed, one of the boys stood in front of me pointing his baseball bat near my head and began to throw insults. Tear began to flow and I begged him to stop.

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“Just DIE……THUD”, the last sound I heard was his bat striking my head as I was knocked unconscious.

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Suhasini: The School

Deepa forces her “mother” Suhasini to come to her school function. How will Suhasini manage this? What if she gets caught?


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“Mommy, it’s late”, I could hear Deepa’s mumbles behind the shut door. “Coming…”, I replied in low voice as I was adjusting my pleats. Since this was special occasion, I opted for a green saree from my wife’s wardrobe. “Dress… check… Jewels… check… Wig… check”, I mumbled to myself as I checked for any corrections. Since this was first time venturing outside, I opted for minimal makeup comprised of maroon lipstick, mascara and a small red bindi. For jewels, I opted for few bangles and small pendant. I opted to keep my hair loose, since I my attempt to braid my hair turned into a colossal failure.

Satisfied with my makeup and dress and I opened the door and saw Deepa watching TV. Dressed in matching green floral dress, she looked at me and gave an innocent smile. “Let’s go”, I grabbed the car keys and switched off the TV. Deepa quickly ran to bedroom and checked herself in mirror for final makeup corrections, making me chuckle a bit. “I am done”, she locked the room and grabbed my hand as we reached for the main door.

As soon as I unlocked the door, my hands began to shiver and my palms began to sweat. I froze like a statue as my mind began to imagine worse things. I glanced at Deepa to check her expressions. To my surprise, Deepa was in a completely different world, she brimmed with pride as she held my hand. In her eyes, I am her mother and she was happy that me as her mother is taking her to school function. Taking confidence from her, “Winners don’t quit”, I took a big breath and opened my door to the world. Since the time was 6pm, the clouds were setting in and it was pretty much dark acting as an advantage. I quickly locked the door and reached for the elevator. Fortunately, the lift was free and I quickly pressed the basement button followed by lift close option to prevent anyone from entering the lift.

As the lift closed, I prayed to god that it must not stop anywhere till it reaches the basement. Seeing me praying like a child, Deepa began to laugh hysterically. “Wh… what?”, I gave a confused look still praying to god. She somehow controlled her laughter and pointed her finger to my hands. “Huh… so you notice at last”, I showed her my nails which I painted with green nail polish as icing on cake. “Cool!”, she grabbed my hand and inspected my nails with awe.

As lift reached the basement, I grew in confidence. “Shall we?” I gave a wink as she held my hand. “I am her mother and No one can stop can me from being her mother”, I repeated to myself as we began to walk towards our car. “I am her mother and No one can stop me … I am her mother and No one … Oh shit”, my jaws dropped to the floor as I saw our flat watchmen standing near my car and arguing with those rich boys.

“Shhh …”, I ordered Deepa to keep quiet as I took her and hid behind another car. In those few minutes of their argument, my worst fears played before my eyes as I held Deepa close to my heart than ever. After 10 minutes, both boys and watchman left the place cursing at each other. After ensuring that they were gone, I slowly took baby steps carefully and reached my car.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and I quickly pulled the saree over my head like a veil. “Sorry, my bike keys fell somewhere here”, one of the boys began to search for his keys. As he was in a hurry, he did not bother to look at me properly. “Ahh… here it is”, he grabbed the keys and retreated his steps. I unlocked the car door and saw Deepa seating herself comfortably.

Just as I was to about to start, “Isn’t this Mr.Guhan’s car?”, he returned back giving me a confused look. He slowly stepped aside solving the puzzle in his head. As I started my car, his look changed from confusion to shock indicating that he has indeed solved it.

On the way to the school, his expressions flashed my mind over and over again. After reaching near school, I choose an empty lot near the school back gate and parked the car. “School, Yay!!”, Deepa screamed as she heard the songs that were playing in the auditorium. Still haunted by his looks, I decided to tread carefully and pulled the saree over my head. The back gate was completely empty with just one guard standing post. As soon as he saw me, “Good evening madam”, he jumped from his post and sported a big smile. I gave a smile and shied away towards the school auditorium.

The auditorium was completely dark except the bright centre stage where students of different standards were dancing for a movie song. Everyone was so busy enjoying the performance, none of them bothered to notice me entering the auditorium. I found an empty seat near the corner and seated myself in a feminine way possible.

“It’s okay … No need to panic”, I calmed myself looking at Deepa who was totally immersed in watching the dance. After minutes passed my confidence grew and slowly I joined Deepa in her celebrations. With continuous claps and occasional shouts, I thoroughly enjoyed the show that students put up.

Suddenly, I felt someone pulling my saree and turned around to check who it was. Deepa was looking at me with weird expression. “What?”, I whispered in her ears amidst the loud crowd. She slowly lifted her pinky finger while giving more bizarre expressions. I understood what she meant and took to the restroom and waited outside.

“Hi”, a mother who was waiting outside started a conversation. “Mmmm…”, I sported a shy smile, but refrained myself from speaking. “You saree looks great”, she started to compliment my dress. I still stood like a statue with just a smile without uttering any words. “Nice matching dress”, her compliments made me shy but still kept my mouth shut. Before her face expressions turned into something else, I gathered courage and uttered “Thank you” in a low feminine tone.

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Another mother complimented me on my choice of my saree matching with my daughter’s dress. But when I said thank you to her on her compliments, she got a little confused with my voice.

“Do you have throat infection?” she questioned me with confused look. “Hmm…why?”, I replied still maintaining my feminine tone. “Nothing, your voice kind of sounds like male voice.”, she began to laugh.

“Ohh…”, I blushed a bit still smiling. Deepa came out after sometime and held my hand.

“Cute daughter”, she waved at Deepa who quickly hid behind me holding my saree. “Thanks”, I smiled and signaled Deepa to wave back. “Use some cough syrup”, she gave a doctor’s advice. “Sure…”, I blushed and left with Deepa for the show.

After the show got completed, I quickly rushed back to the car carrying Deepa as I did not want to meet any of Deepa’s teachers. “Mmm… not a bad one”, I reminisced the exhilarating experience while travelling back to my apartment.

I saw Deepa fast asleep and soothed her by brushing her hair. But the excitement turned into dread as I saw the rich boys standing near the basement staring at my car.

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Experience: My first saree

The experience of wearing my first saree by Naina Menon


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The sun was up high and the heat of Trivandrum in the month of June was building up. Everyone had given up on the monsoon to hit early in the year 2001. I was new to the school and had made ample amount of friends in a few months. The extra classes were held for the class to finish the syllabus and that’s why we were in school in the month of May.

It always made me jealous coming to school in civil clothes as I could see the girls in my class wearing the clothes that I desired. After the school, I reached home at around 12 and quickly changed into my mother’s old salwar kameez and roamed around the house like a young princess! I didn’t worry much as my parents were both working and came late by 5 pm. And my sister was doing her college in bangalore.

At around 2 pm, the bell rang and I knew it was our maid. Usually I used to change and open the door for her to keep my crossdressing a secret. But today, I felt let’s just open up! I opened the door and without seeing her walked back into my room. She closed the door and went on to do her work.

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Naina: I used to wear my mother’s salwar kameez in my school days. But today I have my own.

In my room, I changed into my usual clothes and went up to her. I asked her if she had seen me when she entered. She replied, “yes”. So I asked if she had seen what I was wearing. She said she didn’t notice. She grew curious and asked me what was it all about.

I said that I could tell her but she would have to promise me to keep it a secret between us, to which she agreed. I ran into my room, dressed up and presented myself to her. She didn’t seem surprised, but happy! She gave me a hug and said that I looked like a cute little girl!

I helped her in some chores and asked her if she could teach me how to drape a saree. She said yes, but was concerned where I could get a blouse of my size. She promised to get a blouse for me from the market the next day. I didn’t want her to spend money for my blouse, so I gave her 50 bucks which was the cost of a simple velvet blouse those days!

Next day I was waiting eagerly for her dressed up in another salwar kameez. As she arrived, she said , “Are you ready to learn?” And started smiling. She was a woman in her late 20s, married and blessed with two kids. Yet, me and her shared a bond that no one would understand.

She used to prepare food for me in the afternoons, cleaned our house and used to give me company when no one was at home during the afternoon hours. Since no body was expected to be home, she asked me to wear the blouse and petticoat and come out when I am done.

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I am happy woman today.

The blouse was black colored velvet material with golden embroidery! It was probably more than 50 bucks! I asked her why she spent the extra money from her pocket. She replied that she has two sons and when I opened up to her, she felt as if god had given her a daughter in the form of me.

She didn’t think why I was doing it, why I dressed up as a girl. She was just happy, without any reason. That’s what true love is. She dressed me up in a yellow saree that belonged to my mother and draped it in the best way possible! Once done, she moved back and said, you look so pretty! That made me blush and she gave me a hug and a peck on my head as she was taller than me by a few inches.

Even today when I drape a saree, I look into the mirror and see her legacy!

Later, this became a routine and she draped the saree for me everyday. I slowly started learning it by observing and practicing. I don’t know when I started draping it on my own and when I actually became good at it! But I give all my credit of draping a saree to my “aunt”. She left us when I was studying in class 11 to work in the UAE. I will never forget this lady and she will always remain in my heart even though it’s been more than a decade since I lost touch with her. Wherever she is, I hope she is good and spreading live and happiness! This was my story of first saree! Even today whenever I drape a saree, I look into the mirror and see her legacy!

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Caption: Being a man!

When a man tried to humiliate a crossdresser in front of other women…


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He tried being a macho, and tried to humiliate me, in front of other ladies. All because I was a man who wears sarees. But I didn’t held back and responded back by saying, “Why don’t you go away and show your machoness somewhere else? Because under my saree pleats, I am more man than you are! Besides it takes a bigger man to wear a saree with high heels and walk confidently.” When I spoke these words, all the ladies came near me and stood behind me. And he walked away saving his face.

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दूसरी औरतों के सामने अपनी मर्दानगी दिखाने के लिए वो मेरा मज़ाक उड़ाने की कोशिश कर रहा था क्योंकि एक आदमी होते हुए भी मैंने साड़ी पहनी थी. पर मैं ऐसे कैसे चुप रहती तो मैंने भी उसे पलट कर जवाब दिया, “ओये हीरो, जाकर अपनी मर्दानगी कहीं और दिखाना. क्योंकि मेरी साड़ी की प्लेट के निचे मैं तुझसे कही ज्यादा मर्द हूँ. और वैसे भी साड़ी और ऊँची हील की सैंडल पहनकर सर उठाकर सिर्फ एक आत्म-विश्वासी आदमी चल सकता है.” मेरी बातें सुनकर वहां की सभी औरतें मेरे साथ मेरे पीछे खड़ी हो गयी. और वो चुप-चाप अपना मुंह छुपाते निकल लिया.

बी कॉंफिडेंट गर्ल्स!

सभी कैप्शन पढने के लिए यहाँ क्लिक करे

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Suhasini: The Trust

After Suhasini got caught by her neighbor Aarthi, she had to make amends with Aarthi. But how will she do that?


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“Mommy!”, Deepa came running towards me as me and Aarthi stood still looking at each other like a statue. “Mom?”, Aarthi’s gasped for breath like she was watching a horror movie. “Bye… deepa”, she somehow managed to sport a smile and slammed the door as she left.

The coming weekdays were just hell on earth for me as I never dared to look at her face to face. She too began to ignore me whenever she saw me walking in the apartment floor. The incident took a toll on my office work as I was never able to get it out of my mind. After much speculation, I decided to come clean to her as she was the only supportive figure for me after my wife’s death.

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Aarthi slammed the door and left me devastated.

I phoned Rubini and explained her about the unfortunate incident. “Hell no!” was her initial response after hearing my proposal. “Why not tell her?”, I began to convince her that my actions are necessary to make amends with her. “Okay Fine…but one more thing?”, she finally caved in after my explanation.

“Don’t worry. I will never reveal anything about you to her”, I assured her that she will remain in shadows. “That’s not, you idiot. I don’t want you to talk alone to her. I will come to your place this weekend and I will do the talking”, her response just gave me chills. “What? I can handle it alone”, I once again assured her that I can handle the situation myself.

“Seriously, you must be joking. Do you remember the day when you came to me for help”, she rekindled the past events. “Yeah, I remember”, I was puzzled by her cryptic sentence.

“Then you can also remember that I had to pull your tongue out for words”, she poked me of my awkwardness when I first met her. “Yeah”, I kind of agreed to her sentence. “I am 90% percent sure that you will definitely sabotage whatever that is left between you two. So I will do the talking, Saturday@11”, she hung the phone just after I gave her the address of my apartment.

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I phoned Rubini to see if she has any solution for my problem.

Finally, the weekend arrived and as usual Deepa began her pesters from the morning and left to play with her friends hoping to see her mommy after she arrives from playground. The clocked ticked 11am and Rubini as Ruben was standing in front of the door. “Shall we?”, he was waiting for my approval.

“Sure, that’s her door”, I pointed her door as I locked my apartment. “Why are helping me?” I gave a puzzled look. “A Teacher always looks out for her students” he replied as we both walked towards her door. “Now take a deep breath”, he ordered me as he rang the bell. After few rings, Aarthi opened the door and gave us a death stare. “Please leave before I call the police”, she gave us a warning and tried to shut the door.

“Madam, please”, Ruben tried to persuade her. “Who are you?”, she gave him another stare. “Ruben, nice to meet you”, he sported a smile and raised his hands for a shake. “Whatever? Just leave”,  Aarthi rebuffed him and shut the door hard.

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Aarthi threatened to call police but Ruben was still laughing.

Ruben began to laugh which further increased my frustration. “What is there to laugh?” I angrily questioned him. “I told you I was 90% sure, right?” he recalled the previous phone conversation. “So, what” I stared at him as I answered. “Now, I am 100% percent sure that you would have messed it up”, he began to laugh again. “Will you please FOCUS”, I pointed him to the door bell.

“Here we go again”, he once again rang the door bell. After waiting for another 5 minutes, Aarthi once again opened the door and warned us to leave her alone. “Madam, Will you please allow me to say our story. Once we are done, you can call the police”, Ruben tried to ease her with his words. “Okay, talk”, she leaned on the door and signaled with her hands. “If you don’t mind, inside”, Ruben opted against speaking such sensitive issue in open. Aarthi took a deep breath and let us both in. She sat opposite to us as we sat on the sofa and gestured us to talk.

“Before I start, Promise us one thing”, Ruben began to talk serious. “Promise what?” she talked in serious tone as well. “Whatever I say, stays within these walls”, he wanted her assurance that she will remain silent no matter what happens. Aarthi just nodded silently and gestured us to talk. Ruben began to explain in detail from the Goa trip till the day I met him in his club. During this entire episode, I lowered my head and never dared to look at her as I was not sure about how she would react to me.

“That’s all; you can call the police now”, Ruben seated himself comfortably on the sofa. There was an eerie silence of about 10 minutes where none of us uttered a single word.

“Sorry”, Aarthi choked a bit as she spoke. I slowly titled my head only to see her eyes swollen in red. “I am sorry”, her voice was fractured as she said controlling her tears. “It’s okay”, I just nodded back and managed to smile a bit. “It’s time for me to leave. Thank you for your patience”, Ruben left the place as the clock displayed 11:30am.

I slowly got up without looking at Aarthi and left her place as it was time for me to get ready for the act. Just as I was about to open my door; “Shall I come inside?” Aarthi said in her own sweet tone. “Sure”, I let her in and told her to get seated in the hall. I locked the bedroom door and began my transformation. It was 12:15 when I completed my dressing and stood in front of the bedroom door thinking whether I should open it. After mustering courage, I opened the door and stood before her.

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Aarthi stood there in awe of my transformation.

“You look Am… mm.. Amazing!!”, she could not believe her eyes and stood there in awe. “If you don’t mind”, she stepped forward and began to touch my face. I remained as a silent spectator while she inspected my makeup. “Flawless!” her face was in shock as she stepped back.

“Ding Dong”, deepa began to shout while ringing the bell. Aarthi opened the door and let Deepa inside as just watched their reaction.

“What are you doing here, aunty?” Deepa questioned her as she held my hand. After few silent minutes, “Nothing, I was just talking to your mother”, she responded casually and thanked me for talking to her.

“Goodbye Mom”, Deepa sported a wide smile as she closed the door.

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“Nothing, I was just talking to your mother”, said happy Aarthi as she hugged Deepa. 

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Suhasini: The Neighbour

Everyone knows that the parents’ world revolves around their children, and they are willing to do anything for them. Witness this story of a father who embarks on an unpredictable journey to see his daughter smile.


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“Will mommy come tomorrow?” Deepa would ask me daily as I tucked her in the bed. “She will…she will”, I would give sarcastic smile and leave her room. As each day passed, the anticipation within both us skyrocketed to the peak. “Daddy? Where is mommy?”, Deepa pulled me out of my bed. “What day is it?”, I rubbed my face and switched on my mobile to check the date. I got excited as soon as I saw the term “SATURDAY” displayed in the screen. “Why don’t you play? Mommy will get ready in meantime”, she ran outside before even I could finish my sentence. “Time’s up, Daddy!”, I said to myself and ran towards bathroom to get ready.

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प्रतिभा: एक अजनबी से मुलाकात

When I found that my wife was cheating on me with another man, I was furious. But that man caught me wearing my wife’s saree. What would he do to me?


कृपया ऊपर दी हुई स्टार रेटिंग का उपयोग कर इस कहानी को रेटिंग दे!

संपादक के विचार: हम नहीं चाहते कि इस कहानी को पढ़कर पाठक समझे कि क्रॉसड्रेसर कहीं से भी किसी पुरुष या स्त्री से कमतर है. इस कहानी का विषय आपके लिए ज़रुरत से कहीं अधिक हॉट और सेक्सी हो सकता है. आपको चेतावनी दी जा चुकी है.

लेखिका: प्रतिभा मेहरा

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जीवन के उतार चढाव से गुज़रते वक़्त परिवर्तन हमारे जीवन में चलता रहता है. और इस परिवर्तन की यात्रा में हम कुछ नया ढूंढ पाते है कुछ नया सिख पाते है

हर किसी की तरह, मेरी ज़िन्दगी में उतार चढ़ाव थे जिसने मुझे अपने बारे में कुछ जानने का अवसर दिया कि मैं वाकई में कौन हूँ और क्या चाहता हूँ. मेरा नाम रोहित है, ३२ साल का शादी शुदा इंसान और मुंबई में रहने वाला, एक MNC में काम करता हूँ. यह मेरी आत्मा-साक्षात्कार की कहानी है, एक कहानी उस दिन की जब मेरी दुनिया हमेशा हमेशा के लिए बदल गयी. Continue reading “प्रतिभा: एक अजनबी से मुलाकात”