Tenderly …

She hugged her daughter tightly,
tenderly and tightly

not wanting to let go.

Desperately praying,

praying and hoping that they would change their mind. Though she knew it was not going to happen. She was just to bear their child. The deep pain within her quickly rose unchallenged and burst out in a short silent wail. Tears trickled down her cheeks and landed on her weeks old daughter’s soft head.

The mother grew frantic and nudged at her husband to get the baby. The husband took an uncertain step forward and stopped, not willing to separate them.

Her sister grasped her shoulders tightly while her mother took her daughter away from her and handed it over to the wife. Her daughter begin to cry as soon as the  wife’s cold hands touched her but quietened down once she was lulled.

The wife hugged her tightly and looked down at her innocent face unable to hide the joy. While the woman who gave birth to her lay there weeping.


Regrets …

I shouldn’t have,

But I did

And now I know.

I stand wiser and stronger…

The lady of the night

It is 4 a.m, she pulled her nearly naked body out of bed. She could hear light snores coming from him. She did not want to look at him. His unbuttoned shirt that she had on harldy kept her warm.The cold floor sent chills up her body as she stood up. She leaped onto a nearby heap of clothes which were on the floor. She hugged herself and looked around the room for her clothes. 

The curtains calmly flapped against the wall from the cold breeze which was entering the room. Curtains, a double cot and a cupboard were all the furniture this proud bachelor pad held in this choked metropolitan city. If curtains can be called as furniture. She let out a dry laugh looking at the pitiful state of the room and herself.

A cold man, a cold heart, a cold room and a girl facing the harsh realities. A lump started to form in her throat. She walked over to the corner of the room where her clothes were lying. By now tears were slowly trickling down her face. She dressed her self and slowly turned her gaze towards him. He was sleeping on his side with his back facing her. She walked over and sat down beside him and pulled him such that he was lying on his back. He groggily opened his eyes and closed them again. Fool!

 An unnatural smile crept on her face as she gingerly reached for the other pillow. She placed it on his face and pushed it down with all the force she could muster. He struggled, legs and hands kicking in the air, they always do. Once he went limp, she got up and picked up her pumps and walked out of the room with a tune on her lips and a glint in her eye.

The Carpenter’s love scene

I was hurrying down the lane in a desperate attempt to catch the cab. The hot lunch box in my hand was burning my fingers and the keys I was carrying was jingling with every step I took.
I was debating with myself the best excuse I could dish out to the cab guy without putting myself across as a tardy person. # lazypeopleproblems
I passed by a house which had the garage door open and a carpenter was at work. Sawing away and perfecting the piece of wood. I hurried past a few more houses and I could still hear him sawing away a midst my hurried steps. Suddenly I could feel something hit my backpack. My reflexes kicked in and I turned around to see the tall, lanky carpenter standing there and grinning at me.

As he stood there grinning at me a sudden unknown emotion hit me. Our eyes met and it all made sense to me. He gave me his best impressive smile and I looked down shyly. I dropped my backpack to the floor and took two steps forward in doubt as the clothes I was wearing turned into a long flowing dress covered in flowers and it touched the road. Grass grew everywhere that the tail of my dress touched and the grass spread. Tall trees broke the ground and pushed forward and reached for the skies. The sun shone bright and embraced us in its warm light. The houses disappeared and there was nothing but tress, flowers and birds singing. A crown of flowers manifested itself around my head and I walked forward confidently towards my true love. I caught the bouquet of beautiful colourful flowers which was air-dropping itself to me and ran into my love-at-first-sight’s open arms. As we embraced the trees swayed in heavenly joy, the birds sang beautifully and the sun shone brightly on us. True love…
I turned around and scowled at the grinning lanky carpenter dude and continued on my journey.
    ~3 DAYS LATER ~

So you know how history tries to repeat itself. So we were back on that lane hurrying to the cab. And again! The exact same spot I feel something hit my backpack. This time there was no carpenter, no true love , no scowl. I look up at the tree. THE TREE!! It was the tree’s dried fruits.
Not only is the society driving me paranoid, Nature is in on it as well !

P.S: My apologies to the carpenter.

POW #8

Don’t glorify someone.
Don’t demonize someone.
Take someone for the human that they are.
Living, laughing, conniving, cunning, selfless, honest, manipulative breathing humans that they are.

Set the mind free

True colours

I know who you are,
I know why you are here,
I know what you really are

But I stand here beside you,
Beside you but far away,
Far away so that I remain untouched.

Patiently waiting
for the ball to drop,
True colours to emerge

Till then we wait…

P.O.W #7

The difference between self-respect and pride lies in the way we treat the people around us.
Balance the head right on the shoulders and thou shalt not fall.

Who knew!!

When chasing a rogue mouse at home. Apparently an iron box is not a tasteful weapon of choice. One can hunt it down with a stick but not an iron box. Though an iron box covers a larger surface area and would make it a better choice. But when your hunting partner rebukes at your weapon of choice, you have no option but to stop mid-track and ponder on this world and its obsession with tradition. And let them carry on chasing a mouse with a thin stick.
Maybe an iron box works on a rat…..

Winter dramatics!

It is Winter!! 😀
With winter comes cold and with cold comes a blocked nose!! 😦 😥
From a slightly runny nose in the morning to a completely blocked nose in the evening(all thanks to the office air conditioning). Like what are they trying to do?? Hoping it will start snowing..?? A white Christmas maybe?? So I spent most part of the evening breathing through my mouth like a fish out of water.
I return home completely famished and craving for something piping hot.
After few minutes of parading up and down the kitchen holding onto my stomach, mock crying, sniffing and begging for an early dinner in front of Mommy darling, I finally triumph! I thank my stars and also my ridiculously good dramatic skill set and commence to indulge in the delicious aromatic home cooked food. Whilst chewing on my third morsel I realise the situation that I have been air dropped into.

My brain: “DANGER!! DANGER!!! ALL AIRWAYS BLOCKED!! Stop putting food in your mouth!!”

My taste buds: Yummy-Mummy foooooood….don’t stop. Keep that food train coming”.

Ravenous stomach: ” More, more, more!!!! Gimme more!!”

And that is how dinnertime turned into a battle for survival.
My strategy: Small morsels, chew fast and swallow and then deep breath. Repeat!
In between I even had a debate whether it was wise to continue eating at the cost of not breathing. Turns out my stomach is a cold-hearted-selfish-tart.(It might be working against me). The experience made me think of the popular song, No Air

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
If I should die before I swallow
It’s ’cause you took my breath away

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
It’s how I feel whenever you are here
It’s no air, no air

If you are here, I just can’t breathe
           It’s no air, no air

After surviving the dinner, I was lying on the sofa watching television (breathing through my mouth). My mum comes in, looks at me and asks, ” You caught a cold? “. I look up at her mutely and nod my head profusely. She narrowed her eyes and takes a seat after calling me a Drama Queen. If only she knew that she almost lost her angelic daughter to the common cold.

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