My thoughts

The Demon Ma’am, I’m not getting any idea, what do I write?’ said one of my students. I asked her to think. ‘You all travel so much, I’m sure you must have glanced outside your car windows’. People, who live on the streets, make a living out of begging. How a piece of cloth keeps them warm in winters and that same cloth gives them shade in hot summers. There was a blank look on her face and of course the others too gave her company. Why was I bemused? This is not new with kids; let me put rightly ‘The Millennial’. I know it’s difficult to keep your beloved phone (which is almost a part of your body) away from you, however once in a while one must keep it aside and use the organs which you have been blessed with. It won’t hurt. Experience the world with your natural senses. Last week, I went to my friend’s house. As usual our bantering was on then I saw my friend’s older son was busy on his phone. Anyway, it’s not an unnatural sight these days. Since I share a great rappo...

My city My city is synonymous to glamour, wealth, avant-garde However, when I jumped out of this well, to that city – I realized what I missed out on. The comfort of moving in my car without a jerk, the endless honking seemed ancient, no prying eyes. When we were at the busy street to catch a glimpse of the four Minarets; we sauntered around without being teased or the threat of the inappropriate touch. Confidently, we moved around admiring the beauty of this exotic place. The experience of clean and broad roads, mouthwatering food and the sight of the glistening pearls brought a wide smile on my face. My city welcomes me with obnoxious stench, pot holes and smog; on the contrary, that city welcomed me with greenery, blue sky and freshness in the air. I was under the impression that my city was the melting pot of cultures. Alas! it’s a farce, for that city, truly showed unity, integration and coherence– A mosque and a temple under one roof - a perfect harmony of different faith....

What…Why…How? We are lost. Can we find each other? Or is it too late? I don’t know what I’ve done, How can I bring back the spark? Am I selfish or my priorities have changed? I have no excuse, only questions to ask. Will I ever get the answers? My mind is scrambling with million thoughts, My heart is aching for your gentle touch. There’s hesitation to start a conversation. Is it fear or is it pride? I don’t want to show my weakness - I don’t want the feeling of rejection. Are we lost? Can we find each other? Is it too late or is there HOPE?

Mom Why did you go, so many things I had to show, A bundle of Joy who came into my life - has your glow. Your daughters are fine; your only son is well. Your favourite grandson is getting married,   Knowing this, I know your heart will swell. A piece of your heart is now a part of me She still calls out NANA, NANA with glee. This day I remember. This day I want to forget, I yearn to be with you, my only regret. You raised us well ; in spite of all the obstacles ahead. Not once did you wince nor did you whine You tirelessly nurtured us even while on your deathbed. Why did you go?   Why didn’t you stay? Mummy, may your soul rest in peace, we all pray.

Perfidy She says you are the best, but behind your back, she addresses you as a pest. Every time you convince yourself, ‘No, she’s a good soul’. Time and again she has proved you wrong Time and again she has broken your trust You distance yourself, but there she’s back in your life like a boomerang. All teary and fitful she looks out for shoulders, Next moment she’s with the boulders; to shatter your trust in all mankind. Betrayal is her second name or one may address her as Judas or Brutus… When she meets you, she greets you as though you were her long lost friend. You turn your back, you are stabbed to death.

To him, with love… He held her hand when she was at a nadir; he chose to stay with her through her trying times. She gladly let him lead her. Albeit magical but many were cynical. There were many detractors who thought their love would fade away, but he stood firm. She still wonders what drew him towards her as she was an average girl with so many flaws. Now we know why the phrase ‘Love is Blind’ despite, you being in the best frame of mind. He proposed her to walk down the aisle; without batting an eyelid she accepted. People around her were apprehensive, but her faith and trust on him didn’t dissuade her from taking that leap. She said ‘damn to the naysayers’ and jumped in his arms. A gamble or one may call it a risk; she was ready to take it. This was all so surreal; however, this was meant to be real. All this wouldn’t be possible if it was not for him. His broad shoulders were ready to take on her past, her present and her future.

  Encounter A large French window was overlooking toward a towering monument which still was under construction. What an irony, the glistening beams of the sunlight, no more kiss my cheeks. The tranquility of my home had vanished. The cacophony created mayhem in my ear drums every single day. Luckily, the view of other rooms overlooks a beautiful lake and a park, where one could witness people of all ages. A gazebo stands in the middle of the park, a young man in his early twenties with his folded knees; sat inside the gazebo chanting Ommm……The sight intoxicated me; compelling me to change my attire and move out of the grim atmosphere to embrace the beauty of the outside world. The lush green grass tickling my feet; made me giggle like a little girl. Birds chirping in harmony; singing the good morning song. I moved towards the broad swing, knowing it would withstand my weight, but alas! Thud, I felt a numbness on my bottom. What was I thinking, I went red in my face. An ...