Thursday, 27 September 2018

Grandma's Last Wish

Roma knocked at the door, but to her surprise the door was already open. 'Grandma never keeps her door open' thought Roma in her self.
Grandma..Grandma..she called. But there was no response. She walked slowly inside the house. She had returned to her Grandmom after 4 years of her studies. She looked for her in the whole house. But she was not to be found anywhere. Her heart was thumping. What could have gone wrong? She sat on a chair and closed her eyes. She went in a deep sleep.
'Roma, it's been 4 years since you went for your studies, come atleast once to meet me. My old eyes are waiting for you' she heard her Grandma whisper in her ears and she woke up immediately.
'Grandma, where have you been? I was waiting for you since morning. See I have come' and she hugged her tight.
'Oh, my dear child. You have become so thin. Now you shall stay forever with me and I shall make you fat' laughed Grandma.
'Oh yes. I shall be with you forever. You know how much I love this place and you. The jungles and the silence here. But let me inform mom and dad that I have reached safely' Roma ran owards the phone with shining and happy eyes.
Suddenly they heard footsteps coming inside the house.
Roma ran to see. She saw her mom, dad and relatives coming inside. She was so happy.
She ran to hug them. She shouted 'Mom..Dad'
But..she couldnot hug them. She tried again and again. Her parents also couldnot hear her.
'What's wrong grandma? I am getting worried. Please tell me' tears and fear showed in Roma's eyes.
'Look there' and grandma turned her towards two senseless bodies wrapped in white cloth.
Wind blew and the faces were clear.
'Your bus fell in the valley today. And no one could escape. When I heard this I ran for you. And my leg slipped. I fell and bumped my head on a stone. When I woke up, I saw myself lying dead on the ground. And a little far away I saw your senseless body' weeped grandma.
'No this can't be true grandma' shouted Roma.
But that was true. Her parents carried out the last ceremonies for the departed soul.
They locked grandma's house and went away. But Roma and grandma never went out of that house. They are present there because they wanted to be together forever.

Sunday, 20 May 2018

Selfie memory....

I took this selfie when I went for a coffee date with my 5 year old daughter. I wanted to send to her dad who stays out of India due to work. And so wanted to give a nice pose. But when I clicked and saw, she had made faces in the selfie. Initially I wanted to delete it, but then I saved it as treasure for us. When her dad saw, he couldn't help laughing and thanking me thousand times. He has been out since our daughter was born, and has missed her childhood. He was very happy that I captured this face of her. We shall show her when she grows up. Definitely she is not going to make such faces when she grows up. This is one click that is the best and the most valued selfie. It has captured my daughter's valuable innocense, her childhood, her naughtiness and also flaunting her pink nailpolish. This selfie has not only been captured but frozen in our hearts forever.

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Cuddle me...I am feeling lonely

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Wednesday, 4 October 2017

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.....