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Lessons from the Past

June 24, 2018
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“The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.” – The Lion King

The white pearls neatly entwined on her fingers while she was checking him trying the grey tuxedo. Most charming man in the entire universe, she thought. The smile that radiated from those lips were clear indication he loved it. She tapped for the manager and got the garment finalized.

Roger got the hint and bent down to pick Madam’s suitcase. The scars on her hands are more visible when she holds the pen. These hands have written countless destinies, saved many empires and had done unforgettable too; thought the manager.

Holding his hand she climbed inside the motorcar. Just about when the engine broke to the life she saw a rugged little girl waving at her feverously. Her tiny nod called the little girl towards the car when Roger felt the discomfort.

He never liked Madam breaking the security protocol, and asked his men to provide an extra layer of protection. As the girl approached near their car and took her hands out from trousers, the whole squad got berserk.

Madam has seen this drama many times, she gave out a smirk and called little girl towards her. Those tiny hands came out from torn pockets, with a crumpled paper in them. Madam carefully took the paper and sent the girl going safe way.

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Madam M. burns the paper to ashes and waves to move forward. The handsome young lad sitting next to her asks about the message. She smiles and tells him to WAIT!

‘There is always a right time for everything Jr. Learn from past and plan your next move’

M is on the mission to make new lineage of MIB intelligence squad. The gang who is away from personal agenda and are trust-worthy, unlike their predecessors. Her relation with Bond, James Bond taught her that.

“The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.”

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Whether it is Sarojini Naidu or Mother Terresa, Queen of Jhansi, or Oprah Winfrey we have stories of great women from every walk of life to inspire us with their ineffaceable desire to empower everyone. This International Women’s Day, I am dedicating this post to those unsung heroes around us, who are continuously working in shadowes just to make a difference in everyone’s life.

Homemakers –

What’s your profession? Oh! You are a housewife! What is your husband’s job? I am sure most of the homemakers have heard these lines in a way that feels demeaning, degraded, and uncalled for. But imagine a profession called HOMEMAKERS! The KRA (Key responsibilities area) would surpass even the highest paid job in this world. God has his own way of explaining things to some hard-headed people, during the coronavirus lockdown, many who thought a homemaker’s job is easy in life saw the real side of it.

On the occasion of International Women’s Day, I pay respect to all those inspiring women who not only manage their homes flawlessly, but also nurture those living in that home.

Freelancing Women –

Freelancers or work-from-home women are those who silently manage two worlds without disturbing peace or harmony between the two. They could be your neighborhood home-baker, who takes your special order to furbish it on time managing her own household demands and chores. She could be the salon expert who leaves her child to a nearby creche to fulfill your beauty/spa needs every month.

These women entrepreneurs are filled with passion to perform, make a mark in what they call – the second leash of their career. Work from home helps married women return to work. So, next time when you see or hear about a work-from-home, don’t forget to visit her franchise/shop/online store or appreciate her efforts. A small note of appreciation makes a gigantic effect on someone’s life.

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Working Women –

Not everyone needs to be Michelle Obama, Kalli Purie, or Arundhati Bhattacharya to be respected as working women. India is a growing economy and we have a huge working women force who are busy shaping the face of new India.

Though due to internal and external factors, many eligible women succumb to societal pressure and don’t take up professional careers. We need to shatter such barriers and bring them out to shine, take a flight of their dreams.

This Women’s Day, I salute all the working women who face many odds to make their dreams come true. They not only uplift themselves but also those around them.

We as a society should come forward and support our women, empower them to take the next step. Women have shown their mettle in every field of life, cinema, art, sports, defense, aviation, corporate, you name it and will find a women leader working hard to prove her position.

This ‘prove your ability’ syndrome needs to change, women are as important a part of this society as men. So, why only women have to prove their ability to hold a position. Why the hostility?

Though the situation is better today than it was until a few years ago, and still improving rapidly. Men from the bounds of being a patriarch have started supporting women in their endeavors. When these two come together, it is perfect harmony, the real ‘EQUALITY’ of sorts. With this note, I salute all the women out there.

An Ode to Women’s Day by 7 most Inspiring Ladies I know, read here.

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Aman has successfully imbalanced her equilibrium, and he is happy about it, which means she will be forced to think about him. It is going to be a long battle, he knows it but there is no way he is leaving the ground.

She doesn’t fit the definition of an ordinary middle-aged lady, her personality is composed but there is a fire in her – confidence and enigma that can make anyone taste the dust. In the last couple of years, he had never seen her showing a single moment of weakness – from whatever professional interactions he remembered.

He was concocting various scenarios of the situation when the phone rang. It was Father! What does he want now, he pondered. Half-heartedly he picked to answer, his father informed him about his arrival and that he would be staying at a friend’s place. He would like to meet personally and congratulate Aman for the admission placement.

Surprised by the uncalled show of emotions from his father, Aman agreed to meet him the next day.

Natasha was bewildered by her thoughts, many males had advanced in the past or tried to connect with her but she was never interested. What’s so different this time, she wondered! Is it because of the age gap, the young blood’s tenacity, or his eyes?

Lost in mental deliberation, she decided to stop this frail trail of discomfort and discontinue the ‘engagement dress’ project, it was not good for her. She must have a clear conscience and dedication to only one man – Vikram.

Vikram provided her the life she is living today, he was the reason she existed and fuelled her dreams to lead a respectable life. She is committed to him, and him alone. Her sacrifices seem too little for what Vikram had done to save her, he spent his entire life earnings to rescue her from the brothel. She was only 19 when her father sold her to earn a few favors from a matka-king.

Vikram found her bundled at a corner during one of his late-night lustful escapades and felt empathy to rescue a young lass in tatters. He provided her shelter, food, education, and belongingness. In return, she dedicated her life and self to him. They couldn’t marry as Vikram came from an upper caste and marriage was supposed to be an arrangement with benefits made by elders then.

She continued to be his lady of interest and their illicit affair was kept under wraps, Vikram never made her feel low and Natasha was a devoted lover. She had never taken any other man in, and now in the 44th year of her life, this young man has stifled her resolve.

Aman had received an email from Natasha’s studio about their inability to meet his requirements and details of the advance refund. Vexed by this sudden change of events, he decided to call Natasha.

‘Ms. Sahni, may I please know why my request has been rejected? Do you think I am not in the position to afford you?’ he blurted in frustration when Natasha picked up the phone.

‘Is that an accusation, Sir, if so, I will have to look into the entire conversation and set your facts right,’ she retorted.

Grasping his overreaction, he apologized and begged to review his request – ‘I have already informed my family, that your revered studio is providing my sister’s dress, Please don’t put me in a fix at the last minute, Ms. Sahni. I am leaving tomorrow for the USA to meet them, they’re expecting the dress to come with me’ he concluded sounding helpless.

Considering his plea genuine, she agreed to re-look and see what could be done. He was ecstatic already and decided to drop by her boutique soon. He likes seeing her perplexed.

Natasha never let her emotions take the front seat, she took a few deep breaths and asked her staff to do something fast about the dress. He is leaving tomorrow – a sudden flick of loss passed by her body.

Shit!

She kept herself busy for the rest of the day, It was late noon when the doorbell jingled – everyone looked up instantly expecting a certain young attractive fella to arrive to enquire about his special request.

‘Sir, please welcome! We were not expecting you – Ma’am didn’t mention anything about your arrival. Please come, what shall I get you – wine, sparking water?’ the receptionist was muddling with her words.

‘This is called ‘surprise’, Reema! I hope your madam also gets this jumpy seeing me,’ he said throwing his signature smirk.

What a fine-looking man, even in this age he is so appealing, thought Reema. Vikram is a tall well-built man with a fine-toned and chiseled body, thanks to all those early morning strength training hours. His salt-and-pepper hair makes him look sexy and his suave dressing style can give tough competition to any supermodel.

He went inside looking for Natasha, but she was too busy to even notice his arrival.

Vikram stood beside her, but she was towering over a human directing the intricate details to go on the sewing machine. He tapped over her shoulder, Natasha jumped a heartbeat seeing Vikram in front of her.

He laughed and pulled her in his arms, kissing her on the cheek swiftly, ‘I hope you liked my surprise, Natz.’ She couldn’t believe her eyes, they just met last week, Vikram hardly come down to New Delhi, nevertheless, it was a sweet surprise.

‘Welcome, you didn’t inform me, I should have met you at the airport or home,’ her reply was full of concern for him.

‘Oh! Come on, how would have I seen this reaction then. And trust me, more than you it was Reema who was shocked seeing me. Please tell me you are paying her well,’ Vikram said jokingly.

Vikram was holding her close, so close that she could feel his willingness. Her eyes dropped down, and a pink blush touched her cheeks. Even after 25 years of a steady steamy relationship, she still couldn’t completely accept the fact that he liked her body and soul.

He liked it when she got coy, showing him she still loved him. He grazed his fingers by her jaw and pulled her face when the front doorbell chimed. ‘Did we forget to close the studio?’ he enquired with staff in general.

‘Madam, the customer is here to talk to you regarding the special delivery’, Reema informed Natasha.

‘Oh! What’s that special delivery if I may ask, Madam?’ Vikram teased Natasha.

‘Urgent Engagement Dress for a sister by her brother, he called me when I was with you last week. We are delivering it by tomorrow. Give me a minute, I will be back,’ she informed Vikram.

He released the grip and let her move out of the embrace, She motioned Vikram to sit and proceeded towards the lobby. There he was, standing by the door – streaks of sunlight falling on him making his skin shine like diamonds. He was wearing a white linen shirt with open-top buttons and beige relaxed pants. Greek God! He is indeed very handsome, no wonder my girls can’t stop ogling at him, she thought.

She informed him about the progress of the dress and their commitment to delivering the next day, he kept looking at her eyes and moving lips, which made Natasha uncomfortable. No man can make her feel dizzy except Vikram, Why this man is gaining power over her consciousness?

He clapped on her hand to show his appreciation and a sudden jolt of electric current passed through her body. Unable to move her hand and stunned by his touch she was perplexed, he was saying something, but her mind was baffled.

It was only when Vikram walked into the room, she regained composure and pulled her hand back. Reema accompanied him filling in all the details about the special delivery, Vikram was not able to see the guy’s face clearly due to the sunlight falling from doors and windows.

Moving towards Natasha and the customer, Vikram pulled out his phone to call his son and fix the venue for their meeting.

Aman got his confirmation, his touch had an effect on her. Now, is the time to step up, he would ask her for a coffee. Wondering if that would be a good move or too early and risky stunt. He was contemplating the thoughts when his phone started ringing – Father. He cursed the timings.

He got up from the sofa to pick up the call, when found a stunned familiar face looking back at him from the other side of the room.

Father-son staring at each other with Natasha in the middle looking dumbfounded.

The End.

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