Cuddle me...I am feeling lonely

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Mirror O Mirror.....

Mirror mirror..how do I look??
'Like the unused...unturned..dusty book...
That lies on the shelf since years and years....
My dear women...that is how u look...'

Then let me turn the pages...
Remove the dust and give it a shine
Since it is lying for ages....
Let me read and make it mine.....

It has a story...of a woman...
So young...so charming....full of life...
So innocent...so determined...
Who gets married and becomes a wife...

A new chapter to start....
A new family waiting to embrace...
How she has made this place...
A HOME with her radiance....

She is present everywhere...every corner of the house....
Dancing...walking...singing...all day long....
Filling the vaccum in everyone's life....
No morning starts without her sweet song...

And one day she becomes a mother....
Look at her beauty...O Mirror!!!
And the angel in her arms....
A heaven on earth it seems...O Mirror!!!!

The clock ran...the needles moved....
And she in her little cosy world...
Was all happy and contended....
Until a tragedy struck one day...

O Mirror...such a sad chapter!!!
Life betrayed her and took her charm....
She fell down from stairs....
And broke her leg and arm...

What a trauma..what an attack....
But she still smiled and looked beautiful...
Believing in her world that she had build...
That everyone shall be soulful....

Time passed...no songs were heard...
She lay on her bed...so silent and lost
Was she the same woman...O Mirror...?
All alone and crying almost....

Where is her world of love??
That she had created and nurtured....
Was her identity lost....
In a never ending search...

But let me now clean my face....
Stand for self and show my grace....
And not become an unused book...
Mirror O Mirror....that is how I want to look....

Dus rupaye ka Ashirwad.....

Durga Puja in Kolkata is the time that is worth watching and living those 10 days. Decorated in lights like a Bride...huge pandals...Idols...golgappas..chat papdi...chowmin...all street foods...and what not. Melas and toys for kids. Every day a new dress and then starts the Puja Hopping. And this year I was blessed to be a part of this grand Durga Puja in Kolkata. Me and my daughter were really excited to enjoy the puja flavor.

Walking thru the roads, standing in the queues to see the pandals and Maa Durga's Idol, everything was just fantastic and unimaginable. And then at one point we became exhausted, and decided to take a rickshaw. But when we looked around, we saw hand rickshaws...Somehow I was not ready to ride. But my daughter was very tired and wanted to sit on the rickshaw.

So we hired one. He was an old man. Must be of my father's age. I was really feeling bad but I had no choice. And when we got down, I asked him the fare...he said " 40 rupaye beti". I handed over Rs. 50 to him. He was about to return me Rs.10...when I told him "kaku aap baki 10 rupaye rakh lo." A smile spread on his face and he said"khish raho beti". I do not why..but I felt very happy...

That 10 rupees Ashirwad was a real blessing from an unknown heart.....