Secret Love, Chapter#1

Morning was always the best time of the day for Monica. She adored the fresh smell of the flowers in her garden, and the melody of the birds chattering in a group, just like a group of teenagers meeting after long and carelessly chitchatting and giggling. But she never had thought that this morning was not going to be the usual one. It was about to bring a tremendous change in her well settled life, in her cozy little house with the most beautiful and loving family.

After finishing her morning chores, she left for the supermarket. It was the usual music playing, while she was driving, and she just thought to stop by the new store that she wanted to visit since almost a month now. Many times she planned it with Tina, her best friend but somehow it never worked out. So this time she didn’t think twice, and entered the store with curiosity. It was a huge boutique with the most fashionable dresses and accessories, with breathtaking prices. “Oh! That’s expensive”, she thought, that suddenly a husky voice that uttered ‘Moni’ interrupted her thoughts. ‘Moni’, she wondered, as this could be only Max, the spoiled brat from her college, whom she dated and it didn’t end so well.

She didn’t feel like turning back and facing him. Infact she felt, if somehow magically she could just disappear. But why was her heart thumping so loud as if ‘she was a teenager who suddenly bumped into her crush,’ she unknowingly smiled after thinking.

All these thoughts clouded her head so bad that she didn’t realize that Max was standing right infront of her. Yes, in person, looking the same, didn’t even change by a single inch. “Hi Moni”, he jumped with joy and embraced her in delight. “Look at you, you look the same, so beautiful”, he expressed his joy.

Monica very well knew how good was Max at lying and handling even the worst situations with ease. “She was definitely not beautiful today”, she thought and tried to comb her untidy hair with hands. For a moment she was speechless and couldn’t think of what to say. Suddenly realizing how rude it would appear, she cleared her throat and meekly asked, “Hi Max, how have you been?”

“I am doing great”, he sounded exactly how he felt. “It’s so great to see you. You made my day. Why don’t you join me for coffee?”, he insisted. Before Monica could deny, he called for help and ordered two coffees. It was so typical of Max, he would always do what he wanted. “Come let’s go to my cabin, we can talk in peace there. I have so much to tell you”. Monica kept wondering, how could he be so normal? How could he forget everything that happened. Even though she didn’t want to talk to him ever in her life, she followed him helplessly like a little girl. He opened the door for her like a gentleman and escorted her to his richly designed office, with some finest furnishings she had ever witnessed in her entire life.

The door shut after them, and they began to talk. It was mostly Max talking and Monica just mesmerized by everything around her including Max.


My passionate love 💕

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My lady love, hold me close,

Cheer me up, my mood so morose,

I have been longing for it

In your arms I wish to submit

The distressed me, aching

Without your warmth shaking

To seek your love and care

To feel the passion we share

To hold this moment still

Till your breath I feel

Till I am lost in your scent

And my heart is totally content

Till I feel your magic flow

Gently caressing from top to toe!!

-Anushree Dutta 💕

The Tea Cup !! a short story…

via Daily Prompt: Tea

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Mrs. Kulkarni had been busy since morning, getting the whole house arranged and cleaned. After all both her NRI kids, Smita and Rupesh were supposedly arriving the next day. In her excitement, she forgot to serve the evening tea to Mr. Kulkarni, who had been waiting for it since almost an hour. At last he lost his patience and thought to prepare it on his own. As he was heading towards the kitchen, the beautiful bone china teacups, displayed in the glass showcase caught his attention. With a sarcastic smile, he moved ahead. He was thinking, how he was never allowed to drink in those cups. How his wife, Uma had been waiting to take it out only for some special guests. His thoughts were interrupted by the tinkling of Mrs. Kulkarni’s bangles. She was already in the kitchen preparing tea for him. With guilt on her face she said, “Sorry, for the delay. Smita’s room had to be perfectly arranged. You know how fussy she is about her things. Even if a photo of hers is missing, she will go crazy and I don’t want to spoil her mood. After all she is coming home after two years. I want everything to be perfect for my kids. It has been so long since we saw them both. I am glad they both decided to come home together.”

“Look at the tea Uma”, Mr. Kulkarni suddenly interrupted. “Whenever you think about your kids, you just forget everything. Even me”. He sulked like a child, who craves for attention. “Today I want to drink tea in those favorite bone china cups of yours. Consider it a penalty for the delay in my evening tea”.

“Uff, Day by day you are turning into a kid. Who would believe, you are already a grandpa”. She said mockingly. “Okay. Let me bring those tea cups. But remember to wash them properly and put them back in place after drying”.

Mr. Kulkarni was shocked. “How did Uma agree so easily? She is so possessive about those cups.” He thought. “May be she is so elated that her brain has stopped working”. He smiled upon his victory and rushed towards the balcony with his cup served with hot tea before Mrs. Kulkarni changes her mind. They both sipped the tea from their cups waiting for the sun to set soon. “Every moment is passing so slowly” They both said together and laughed at each other’s impatience.

It was going to be a long night for them, waiting for the morning, to get up and rush towards the airport. Mrs. Kulkarni as usual woke up at 6, and headed towards the kitchen. She had loads to do today, cook everyone’s favorite dish. Hurriedly, she finished most of her work and looked at the watch. It was 7:30 already and it seemed that Mr. Kulkarni was still sleeping. “What is wrong with him? Day by day he is behaving weirder”. She thought. Her anger was unstoppable when she saw that Mr. Kulkarni had not put back those tea cups in the shelf. Surprisingly, in a minute her anger was dissolved in the memories of last evening’s tea. It was a beautiful evening they spent together sipping tea from those beautiful tea cups talking about their kids. How they both proudly talked just about the kids and how they raised them to be such successful adults.

Finally, she served the morning tea in those beautiful bone china cups again, thinking in exasperation, “It is the last time I will serve him tea in these cups”. It’s just that she didn’t want to ruin this beautiful morning and so she headed towards the study.  Mr. Kulkarni used to sleep in the study most of the nights after reading his novel. As she entered the study, she saw Mr. Kulkarni hanging from his rocking chair, and his favorite book on the floor. “Ravi”, she screamed dropping the tea cup, and rushing towards her husband. She hugged him and rested him on the chair, but it was too late. His body was pale and cold, and she howled in agony looking at him and then at those broken pieces of the bone china on floor. “Yesterday was indeed the first and the last cup of tea in those preciously preserved cups”, she thought.

Anushree Dutta


My love for you!!

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To my sweetest love

As serene as a dove

I wish to treasure you

Just few more years,

After forever!!

I wish to love you

Just few more years,

After forever!!

O my dearest love

If I had to wish today

I shall wish to fall in love

With you each and every day

Till eternity allows me

Till the last day of my stay

Till my soul is set free

My last breath, it shall be!!

For our endearing love

 I hope it stays in the cove

Forever in our heart

And when we are apart

With every beat it takes

Our magical intimacy is felt

To soothe us and our aches

And the unease is dealt

Of our parting, our longing

Every minute that is prolonging

With every breath I take

A request to my heart I make

To stay strong and waveless

In the wait of your voice

In the wait of your touch

In the wait to rejoice

Every moment, of being us again!!

-Anushree Dutta


Do not cry, when I die !!

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Do not cry, when I die

Do not cry, when I depart

Remember, I am never totally gone

I have never left you alone

I left behind my scent

That you still can smell

That you can never forget

I left behind the warmth

Of my hugs and kisses

Of the love we shared

I left behind the sensation

The first time we touched

The first time we held hands

I left behind the memories

Of the arguments we had

Of the beautiful life we shared

I left behind the humour

That once made you laugh

And still makes you laugh

I left behind my other half

My soul, on my behalf

And it stays there for you

Till you remember me!

Till you want it to be!

-Anushree Dutta


The Unfinished Tale of Love



As I was wandering

Through a dense forest

Enveloped in fog

Smoky and blurred

Nothing could be seen

None could be heard

I was anxious yet keen

To see what was beyond

The murky, sombre green

And then, I saw her abscond

From this eerie scene

I followed her

She was the one

Her silhouette so divine

The same as yesterday

The same as everyday

Gowned in luminous white

So serene

So pristine

In the Full Moon light

She glimmered as she raced

It was then that I paced

To touch her just once !

To feel her just once !

And then she calmly stood

Smiling at me

Waiting for me

I hared as fast as I could

Alas, this is the moment

Every night, of my torment

When I am wide awake

In my world of reality

Full of truthful brutality

Nevertheless a promise I make

To see her again

Hoping, not in vain

Another enchanting night

In my uncanny dream site

To touch her just once !!

To feel her just once !!


Anushree Dutta



Snowflakes, silver, white, shining,

Snowflakes, pearly, white, declining,

Over a child you fall,

Like stars from heaven,

To cheer him up, to enliven,

Like a bubble that pops,

When on his nose it drops,

What a moment to relish,

Before the snowflakes perish!!

Snowflakes, silver, white, shining,

Snowflakes, pearly, white, declining,

Over the lovers you fall,

Like flowers showering from paradise,

Like blessings from the angels,

To glorify their first kiss,

The moment of heavenly bliss,

What a moment to relish,

Before the snowflakes perish!!

 ~~~~Anushree Dutta