“Keerthi, No way i Could grant you to leave office early.Its my order, young lady. Today is the last day for our submission. ” left the project leader, putting already tensed Keerthi into a bigger stress.

Already its 5 pm. Train carrying the most critic In-laws, who once demanded their daughter in law to be a house wife and focus only on cooking heavenly delicious foods, wil reach at 8pm. Three hours to go and Keerthi is still racing from desk to desk to complete her project in Infosys.  6 months back she wedded her childhood sweetheart Irfan, thwarting all the social and family hurdles. A brahmin girl, a muslim guy and their sweet little love story.

But today she is insanely nervous as her in-laws are coming her home for the first time after their marriage and they had ordered to be served  with her handmade Biriyani. Even Irfan had asked her to return early. Being breathless from her pounding heart and thrusting pulse, she texts Irfan “ very badly stuck in work honey. wil make my best to reach soon. ” and started praying, “God ! Please make the time freeze for some hours !”

7.45 pm. Putting a sudden rude brake to the car, she kicked the gate and ran to the  door. But before even the  door gets opened, A white taxi blew a gaudy horn and stopped near the gate. Her heart skipped a beat. She turned. Before she faints to the floor, Irfan opened the door and pulled  her along to greet the in-laws at the gate. Both touched their feet and took them inside.

“what wil they think ? what shall i serve them? wil they leave in anger? what irfan would be thinking? why does this happen to me? why God is so mischief? ….” billions  of such thoughts were killing Keerthi mad.

15 minutes passed.

Keerthi was just spying the plastic bags thrown in the bin, came Irfan’s voice “ Mom Dad ! Come on. Keerthi’s yummy biriyani is awaiting you. ” He smiled and winked at keerthi to serve the plates. Delighted in-laws start relishing the fuming hot biriyani. “Oh ! What a smell” said Senior Khan saab taking the first spoon.  Happy, anxious and surprised eyes of keerthi were thanking Irfan, for the parcels he has got from the near by restaurant, through her gratitudeful calm smiles. Naughty eyes of irfan wink again. Breaking the silent conversation of their eyes, comes a shocking voice “ Dear! Just to make sure that i am not fooled, i have got a biriyani parcel from the near by hotel to compare with my daughter in law’s hand made delicious biriyani ”  from the mother in law with a wicked witchy smile on her face. She unwrapps the parcel. Shocked and dumbstruck keerthi balances herself from re-fainting and tries keeping the floor still from slipping below her feet ! She awaits the biggest insult of her life and closes her eyes.

“Wow ! Mind blowing taste Keerti. Am so sorry i doubted you. This Restaurant one is pathetic. But In fact your Biriyani  mimics mine. Proud of you my dear. The best daughter in law i could ever ask for. ”  says her mother in law with a hundred watt smile.

Dinner over.
Happy inlaws leave to rest.

She unwraps the hugging hand of Irfan and while putting ointment to his burnt fingers, she asks with tearful eyes ,“ Why did you cook?” He hugs tighter and whispers, “when it comes to my wife’s respect, i can cook my whole life.”

She cries and smiles. He smiles and winks.

He teases “ Dear Wifey, i know… Am the best husband “. Blowing air to his burnt fingers he repeats, “But am a strict project leader too, young lady !”

Pinching his tummy, The proud wife winks.

– Dr. Rajkumar Patra



Monday, 7th period Science class. Anshuman falls asleep in every of Shalini maam’s class, even though Science has always been his favorite. He ranks 1st in class.
“Oh! What an ideal scholar. Obedient Punctual Excellent mannerism. God bless this boy ! ” were the words from Every teacher except for Shalini maam. Shalini maam is taking 8th standard  science classes since 6 long months and she stil wonders his absurd behavioural changes in only her class. It never happened any students criticised her class or said she teaches bad. Then why this shocking activity of Anshu in her period…! She too loves Anshu more than any other students and infact doesn’t even step back to show her partial behavior towards him openly. Then why such whammy behavior From him ?

Days.. weeks.. and now many months are over. Stil she could no way stop Anshuman from this unpleasant attitude.

Monday, 7th period Science class.
“Phhaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttt….”came the loud sound from Anshuman’s bench which stirred the whole class to a shocking silence. Anshu is holding his reddened cheek while Shalini maam’s shivering hand was furious enough to recreate the cruel sound again from his other cheek. Probably for the first time Anshu was so insanely punished in his whole life.

Shalini madam’s anger has overcrossed all the boundaries and so as her patience. The same  fierce sound kept on increasing it’s decibel day by day..

She feels humiliated. defeated. depressed. She has started hating her soul. Crying and Cursing herself in staff restroom, after punishing Anshu, has become a routine  since few months. But all in vain. Anshu still continues the annoying sleep.

But yes…. She is not a woman, who is less mighter than a lioness.

She changed her ways.

Monday, 7th period Science class.
Shalini maam enters with a big thermocol project to explain the pollution. steam is coming. light is sparking. Small toy train is rounding with chhuk chhuk sound. She starts explaining with all her efforts and ideas, she made ready the day before. Every student is excited and alert. Shalini mam continues her mind-binding lectures without even giving a single stance to Anshu. Class bell rang. Happy Students clapped. Gathering all her courage, she gives a peep at Anshu. His awaked bright eyes gave Shalini maam the feeling of a conquered queen.

She got the way. Got the zeal. And a new mission to start for. Daily She makes the interesting notes. Prepares herself. Builds the models. Designs the projects. And fights in her each class to make every student understand and Anshu unsleep.

She succeeds.

After 6 months, when Anshuman again secures the rank one to step into standard ninth, she calls Anshu And asks, her ever unsolved mysterious doubts, always suppressed within. “Anshu ! Why did you always sleep in my class ? Were you stuborn? Or biased? Or sick? Or  mad ? Or…….i don’t know what ”

Anshu gives a hundred watt smile. Hugs Shalini maam. Wipes off her tears and says,“ I tried in all possible ways i could, to fulfill my dream. I gave my best. I followed a zillion techniques. But it was not easy for me to achieve my dream. ”  Gulps his saliva and continues ,“ When every one was criticizing that Shalini maam is a bad teacher and nobody can imbibe any knowledge from her boring Classes, I promised and buckled myself to bring the day where every lips wil say Shalini mam is the world’s best teacher ! It was my only dream  ever since. ” again wipes her unstoppable tears in his little palms and before running to the football field,
he gives a frowning smile and says “ That’s all MOM.. ”

– Dr. Rajkumar Patra
28 june 2016


Since her babyhood, Richa had tried her best not to allow such desolate   thoughts, breeding in her brain. But the harder she tried, the partial and discriminatory  attitude of her parents had only moulded her weaker day after day.  Their  love and inclination towards her elder sister Simran, has always been haunting her simple emotions  but she did never express her dejection, rather veiled them behind her innocent serene smile.

In crowd, Daddy always carried Simran on shoulder where Richa’s soft palms were clasped tight…

Every day, She got the second hug from mummy, while starting for school.. She always received the worse colour frock  than Simran’s…

Am i adopted, Richa had asked the mirror… a zillion times.









Time went by….
Today, Richa is 23…
Simran is 24 and a bride.

While dressing up in her gorgeous red bridal attire, Simran was lost as ever in her hidden thoughts which did she ever share with anyone…

“Why was i just put on dad’s shoulder always while they both clasped Richa’s hands with so much love…

Though second, but mummy’s  hugs always lasted long  for Richa…

And for sure, i got the worse colour  frock  always though of the same design…

Am i adopted ??? ” Simran asked herself  for the millionth time.

None were adopted. But were loved and heavily pampered by a pity pair parents.





Time went by.
Today Richa is 23.
Simran is 24 and a gorgeous bride.

Sobbing voice of mummy, made Richa stop outside her room. While wiping her tears,  She was saying daddy“Today our Simran wil go away to build a new home. During today’s rituals, when the priest will ask her place of birth, how could i say that we got this little angel from a municipal dustbin!? ”

Walking away silent, Richa was rewinding her memories, this time not with jealousy but with proud for getting born to such parents.


Dr. Rajkumar Patra



On 24th birthday , a bike.
On 25th birthday , a play station.
On 26th birthday , tickets to ind-pak match.
On 27th birthday , a car .
And on and on…

On each of  HER birthday , HE used to get the gifts ,which only He used on Her name.

She grew old,fighting for the crazy presents, she was always gifted.Everytime , Her one day anger had to defeat before his warm hugs .

Today, on her 55th birthday, She opened her eyes slowly on d ICU bed recovering from anaesthesia. Said the transplant doctor in an exciting voice , “Mrs.David ! Congratulations. My team  doctors turned an impossible task to possible and managed to give you a new life , which was almost an infinitely hard task to win over !”  Continued the doctor in a low tone ,“ And Yes Mrs.David ! U r very lucky .U r unaware that Your husband has gifted you the most priceless present a wife can ever think of ! ”

Now HIS heart practically beats for  HER And in HER.

Dr. Rajkumar Patra


Directly pressed off the main switch on switchboard without shutting down the computer and said the student in a frustrated and helpless voice while moving to his two wheeler  “please please don’t force me to computer.  It seems gruelling tough  and am done with it.”

Racing after him with a toffee,  said the 32 yrs old calm and patient teacher in a cheering voice, “But am very sure you wil master it soon ! just give me few more days, Dad. ”

The CANDY bribe could suceed to stop the already moving wheel chair.

History smiled and recycled.

Dr.Rajkumar Patra

—Bean’s fry—


The 30 years old  white striped  sunmica, is the witness for their countless silly fights over beans fry, as Mr. Joshi had the wacky habit of eating only the seeds, leaving the outer skin for Mrs.Joshi.

Today… Trying to drag-open her floppy wrinkled eyes from anaesthesia, had Mrs. Joshi ever thought that her darling beans eater would compensate her not eating seeds, with one of his two biological  beans and would make her ready again for the next 30 years to fight over many more beans fries..

Mr.Joshi glows with smiles and tears, from the near bed.

Dr. Rajkumar Patra



Lifting the lids, 3 hours after her Heart transplant surgery, the 30 years old anxious pair of eyes started searching for her husband who cared and loved her even more than his own life.

Seeing d thirsty eyes, Her mom replied in a shivering voice  “Simran, Do you know, who gave the heart for your transplant ?”

One minute of pause..

While her blank , shocked and frigid eyes were about to re-shutdown, entered her husband, holding an orange juice in hand.

Not every love story has a sad ending.

– Dr.Rajkumar Patra