The biscuit story

Almost 30 years ago, in a small hospital located in a small town called Dombivili in Mumbai, a little girl was born. Nicely wrapped in a white sheet, she was sleeping cosy and warm. There were not too many visitors the day she was born, but she is told that her birth brought utmost joy in the life of her parents, grandparents and her elder brother.

Her grandfather jumped with joy, got box full of sweets and distributed to everyone he knew , rejoicing the arrival of "laxmi" after many years. And then there was the elder brother who was eagerly waiting for a friend to join him in his mischief. In all his excitement, the elder brother carried a pack of Parle-G biscuit for his little sister. And as soon as he saw her, he wanted to feed his sister, for he was worried that she might be hungry and she needs to eat.

The 1 day old baby girl, had no clue what was happening then. But in these  30 years, everytime anyone talks to her about this incident, she is glad she was born in a family which wlecomed her with so much love and affection and is blessed to have a brother like hers, who till date is her bestest brother and the bestest friend she could ever find.

Love you Deepsie

A day in the Mumbai train.

Train journey in Mumbai is quite interesting. There are many different emotions it lets you experience. My day today started with a man slipping off trying to get into the running train and just missing death. For a moment I thanked god for not letting the man die and the fellow commuters for pulling him to safety.

Then there was this girl, who ideally had to be in school, selling beautiful bangles instead.She held her ware in front of women who were in tearing hurry to get off at the next station,The women bought those bangles from her after hurried bargaining and ensuring that the girl agreed to sell the bangles at Rs 50 instead of hundred just because it was her first "boni". The girl sulked and moved on with her life, refusing the next woman to sell the same at fifty and making a sale at Rs 70 while the women went out patting their backs on their excellent bargaining skills. 

As I was getting back home after work today, I was welcomed by a group of women from a village with their children, I assume with dreams of finding some job here. The children were fighting for water with just 2 small pepsi bottles of water with them and about 8 tiny mouths and throats wanting to quench their thirst . Realising that the water was not enough they resorted to asking each one of us for water. There was success and then defeat. "why can't you fill water at the railway station?" came the first taunt. The kid embarrassed explained that the water they carried got over and the little kids couldn't understand that there wasn't anymore water and they couldn't afford getting down and filling water. I felt a churn, we seem to have become so insensitive these days that we refuse to share water with thirsty little children. 

In just 2 hours of travel, I experienced relief, sadness, optimism, contempt hmmm.... I love and hate this city at the same time.

Chance meetings

" Yes ma'am, I dont know the road, but you can guide me if you know where this place is"

A bit surprised, I got into the auto. I looked at the driver details plate and there was a picture of an old man. It looked familiar to the face driving in the front, but wasn't the same age. Curious I asked " Is this auto yours?"

In English he responded " No Ma'am this is my fathers auto. I drive it in the evening. There are family problems so I drive it in the morning and father in morning. He has lung problem."

" Do you go to college?" I had to ask this question. I understand India is a poor country and many children work here, but I had to know if he was going to college.I was already thinking how he could enrol himself  to college  and how I could help him out. 

" Yes Madam. I go to Govt college. cant afford private college"

"What do you study?"

" I do my B com Ma'am. I also work elsewhere. near Marathahalli, but I quit"

"How do you manage studies, work, auto? Isn't it difficult?" I kept thinking about how I always give excuses that I am tired, I have so much to do. Here I saw a guy who had no choice but to juggle everything to survive.

" I drive auto every other day. but now I have quit work, will drive auto all evening to earn."

Nayeem dropped me to my destination. I asked him for his number and stored it. 

" Ma'am I also have whatsapp " he said, showing me an update on his phone which said that the software had to be updated for he has a really old version. 

I smiled and left telling him that he needs to download a new version of whatsapp. 

August

August knocked at my door,

Without an Irish coffee,

that table and my book of poetry.

Words replaced by smiles.

Picture frames in the attic.

Conversations don't ring anymore.

If silences could weave a poetry,

You would hear some music tonight.

The familiar sketch,

beside the table.

A warm and cozy feeling.

“Uncertain”

And they didn't matter.

For the sign

calmed the storm.

The touch soothed

the desires.

Words opposite

yet thirst quenched.

Certainity in uncertainity

The heart danced in anxiety

Miles in between,

words keep company.

The flickering screens.

I feel your heart beating

and your attempt

to not keep me waiting

As we look at each other

trying to celebrate

what we feel for one another

There is distance

and time wont help

the day closes as mine begins

And we hold on to the tears,

the longing and smile

and the next day appears

the screens flicker

Miles in between 

words continue to accompany.

Things fall apart,
Roses withered
make perfume
The scent remains
to freshen souls
A life after "death"
Things fall apart,
for a life afresh.

Silences

Some happy

Some confused

Some hiding the truth

And some accepting

Some just buying time

And some wasting

Silences

Heard and understood

The familiar sketch,

beside the table.

A warm and cozy feeling.

“Uncertain” said he

And they didn't matter.

For the sign

calmed the storm.

His touch soothed

the desires.

Words opposite

yet thirst quenched.

Certainity in uncertainity

My heart danced in anxiety.

The hymn

Sweat filled passion spoke

Assumptions the mind made

Words were spoken,

Loud, clear, uncertain

The paths winding

The stale words ringing

In the brain

Asthmatic breath

Blank lost stares

Incomprehensible, strange

Sighs and justifications

Que sera sera.

Untitled

Conversations

Soul of life.

Words strung for expressions,

Of the untold thought.

She had many everyday,

With faces around.

Some known, some unknown.

Yet the heart desired a conversation.

A sharing of sort,

Of making plans,

Of dreams and aspirations.

She thought and thought,

The mind- a basket of ideas.

But conversations, none.

And then there were conversations.

Animated and happy.

Her mind felt free,

Thoughts were expressed,

Eyes happy, nods exchanged,

With a reflection in the glass.

Silence 

suppressed thoughts

emotion flows 

communication nil,

yet words flow,

is this an imagination?

or intuition a reality?

holding on,

memories are packed

Fingers crossed.

Hoping the return 

would be to an embrace

Warmth and journeys.

She stood at the altar that year

Dreams in her eyes

Bags full of clothes and some hope

Whirl wind of feelings

Every moment of her day

She worked to keep it all intact

But the storm would strike

On dot, on time

This year she smiled. 

The doors were fixed 

The windows worked on

she was all prepared

The weatherman predicted

a bright sunny day

More smiles on her face

She sighed a relief

And then suddenly 

the storm hit her home

scattered things around

and she sat there

looking..... blank...

Erased???

Faint lines

Conversations ringing

Dreams knocked

Shut!!!

Those doors opened slightly

A tear dropped and wiped,

An attempted smile.

The difficulty of closing doors.

Parting IV

White canvas
And a painted dream
Of white swans
A beautiful lake
Green grass surrounding

Years passed by
The canvas grew old
Swans turned yellow
Water splashed on the lake
Green turned brown
Wear and tear
And one day
The canvas tore

Parting III

As the cool breeze passed me by
A wave of shy smiles, some laughter
affection and love revisited
I sat on a bench
staring at the water
thoughts smiled
Past so beautiful
a present so unbelievable
And then I woke up..

Parting II

Tired, eyes wide open

words, sentences,

un deciphered,

heard yet un heard,

food gobbled,

...Taste unknown,

music played

not listened,

tick tock, alarm

rush rush, go

rush rush, return

tick tock tick tock tick

Parting I

Eyes refused to see the other

Good bye halted at the throat

Heart beats awaited a voice

But silence spoke

Bodies moved away

And the memory remained

Parting

calm, sound of silence

battleground of thoughts

Uncertainity lingers

Empty and drained

Hope is a wonderful word.

Threads

Bound on the wrist,

Expressions defined

Music floats

Dancing doll

Tap Tap Tap

Hands and legs

Side, front and back

Sit!!!! Stand!!

Bend!! Stretch!!

Movements set

Smiles drawn

Blank!! Blurred!!

“Twinkling” eyes,

Dancing doll

Tap Tap Tap

Hands and legs

Side, front and back