Agony of Silence

She was watching him from the corner of the window, he was sleeping calmly. A beautiful serene smile was floating on his face. He was always so bright and breezy, all the worries of the world seemed insignificant when she saw him like this. It was December, cool breeze was flowing around, fighthing with the hot sun rays so as to make the surrounding chill. People had started their routine work, group of ladies were carrying bucket full of water from the near by well, men were going to the farm. He woke up with the tintinnabulation that voluminously swells from the ringing and dinging of bells in the temple. A sudden puff of air through window rustled the curtains along with the piece of paper that was near the window and then that gentle breeze ended on his cheeks. He then opened his eyes, just to find her near him, but she was not there. He wished, if he could hold the time when few seconds back he saw her calm face looking at him with love and care, he felt the tears on his shoulder when she had hugged him. He then felt a life time gap between the time that had passsed few seconds back and now, as she was not around him.

She sensed his anxiety, but was helpless to do anything, she was near to him, but still was far from him. She then moved away bidding a silent good bye to him with heavy heart. She missed the days when she had lived here, and could see him daily. It was a narrow celadon-colored street with little huts on both the sides of the road, looked like it was giving a support to the lane in between by keeping equal masses on both the sides. She then saw the chandler at the end of street with lots of candles. She was walking down the village, collecting the memories. She came far from the village. Birds were chirping, like a instrumental was being played in the distant. There were kine, standing together on an eminence, whose smell warmed her heart. She was still walking, covered many miles, from streets of village, then farms, then forest, and yet not knowing where she was heading, as she was walking without aim. Memories of past continuously hitting her, but she had absorbed all of it into her, as she could not go back and change anything. Her face looked neutral yet radiant, when sun rays was flickering on the planes of her face. She was looking straight towards the horizon, with an unmoving glance, a glance that had many thing to say, still it did not say anything. She was now near her destination, there was a river in front of her, water looked even and calm with no ripples, waiting to take her inside.

Half of his mind and body still had the post sensation of the dream he had. With half open eyes, he saw the piece of paper lying on the ground near his bed. He opened it and read it -

Dear Aditya,

I would like you to read this letter every year on this day, there will be days in your life when I will not be there with you, I will not hold you in my arms, I will not care for you like others do, but I will always be around you. You know about the bird "Phoenix - the fire bird", it burns fiercely and then reduced to aishes, from which a new, young phoenix arises, reborn anew to live again in the world. I want you to understand it, no matter what life brings you, I will always like to see you happy and smiling. There will be moments in your life when you feel low and people may not help you, don't let yourself go with the time, learn to get up whenever you get down and walk happily. I will not tell you how to do things in life, I want you to learn them when they come across.

I know you are crying, but if you do this, you will hurt me. I am proud to have you my dear son. I am not going to wish you happiness and success, I want you to get it by your own. Wishing you a very happy birthday. 

With much love,

Your Mom

Tears were trickling down his face, he then wiped it off and looked at his mom's picture hanging on the wall in front of his bed, and said " Love you mom" A waft of chilled air from streets, rolled between trees and settled over her face. She was standing near the bank of the river, a light serene smile appeared on her face and then she said love you too Aadi; good bye. She then started walking on the surface of water as smoothly as she was walking on the ground, she then disappeared into the water.

Tumko Dekha to ye khyaal aaya

Tumko dekha to ye khayaal aaya,
Zindgi dhoop tum ghana saaya

Aaj phir dil ne ek tamanna ki,
Aaj phir dil ko hamne samjhaya
Zindgi dhoop tum ghanaa saaya

Tum chale jaongo to sochenge,
Hamane kya khoya, hamane kya paya
Zindgi dhoop tum ghanaa saaya

Hum jise gunguna nahi sakte,
Waqt ne aisa geet kyu gaya
Zindgi dhoop tum ghanaa saaya


PS : Beautiful song by Jagjit Singh, just loved it, so made it as part of my blog.

The one ... the one, that tastes good

                                                                   Gayatri

"I want to eat that ... the one round in shape" he stuttered it to me.

"Yeah, tell me what do you want to eat" I encouraged my husband and asked.

"The one that you make from flour, and it blows up like a balloon." 

"Are you starving? Do you want to eat chapatis ? I asked and he nodded in response.

"You make yourself comfortable in the chair, I will get the dinner arranged within few minutes." 

During lunch and dinner, I always asked him, "What is this? please tell me" and he responded every time saying "It's the one we eat, and it tastes good", but he was unable to pronounce the word chapati.

He put the fingers on curry and said " It is very tasty."

I again asked "What is tasty?"

"This is ... " He pointed towards the curry again.

Loneliness made me think always about the turn my life had taken. I only had a small dream, that after his retirement, we would go to the "Teerth Yatra". But we had to cancel the reservations. On the day of retirement he came home carrying Service Letter, Garlands, Sweets and Shawl. He appeared to be very weak and tired, then I asked his colleagues who came to drop him, they said he had a heart attack. I collapsed listening to this and seeing my husband like this. Since that day, nights were stretched too long and days appeared very far. He got a disease related to speech, for some particular words, only his eyes speaks. It seemed that he understood everything, but unable to give them the words. It tore me apart seeing him like this. He used to hold a lot of knowledge. 

In the beginning he used to say that I was not good enough for his circle as I was illiterate and didn't have knowledge. He used to scold me for this. I was from a village and here in the city it took me some time to understand things, people and the culture, but slowly I learnt all those things, so that he didn't have any complaints. I learnt to live the way he wanted me to live and then everything got normal.

                                                                        Suraj

"That .. that .. give it to me please." I asked my wife Gayatri.

"What is that?" She asked me.

"The one that we use after bath"

"What we use after bath?"

"Now please give it to me, don't ask much questions, it is hanging there outside." At last gayatri gave me towel. What is happening to me ? I can see, hear and understand everything, and still can't pronounce few words. How it has happened? And why it's me only.

I had done M.A. when only few people were B.A.  I was working as a librarian and whenever any students or teacher mentioned book's name or it's content or the initials of the author, I tell them where the book is, without even looking at the index card. And now ? I am like a 5 year old child, if some one asks me what is this, showing "book", I can't tell even, it's book. My wife Gayatri had to face many problems because of me. That gayatri, whom I scold for every small  things. She made silly mistakes, she didn't know the uses of words at proper places, and because of all such things I got mad at her. But it was all my fault, when I looked at God in the temple then asked only one thing, "Did you give me this disease, so that I understand where I was wrong and show my mistake. Why didn't you give me the wisdom earlier so that I would have behaved well with my wife."

                                                                  Gayatri

"There is a cool breeze flowing outside, come we will have a short walk. Where do you want to go for a walk?" I asked

"That side ....where .... the bell rings."

"Towards temple ?" And he nodded giving a full jerk to his head.

We were walking towards the temple and I was collecting the coins from the past. I was 16 years old when we got married. No one from relatives understood, what is librarian, even I couldn't pronounce it and understood it. Once I asked him "What is your profession and where do you work?" but I didn't get sufficient answer for my question. He told "You won't understand it, it's none of your business and why do you want to know?"

While we were walking towards the temple road, suddenly he hold my hand and pulling me to the other side of the road, may be he wanted to show something.

"Navneet, how are you ?" I asked

"I am good aunt. Shukla sir namaskar, do you remember, I am your favorite student." Navneet said

He was looking at him with surprise, Navneet was a poor boy studying in a college and he helped him to get the education, and now he is an officer. He respects him a lot, but he forgot everything about navneet and about the old time. Navneet told me " Aunt, we still have time, why don't you consult some language therapist, it may take time to recover fully, but I believe, sir will be all right soon.

                                                                  Suraj

Dr. Lal is a very good man, he always smiles. He did every test of mine and took deep details from Gayatri about my disease. He told Gayatri that "Man is blessed with speaking ability, and he uses it to communicate the ideas and thoughts with other man. Aphasia is a disorder caused by damage to the parts of the brain that control language, it can make hard to read, write and say what the person mean to say. It is of four types, Expressive aphasia, receptive aphasia, anomic aphasia, global aphasia. Ms Gayatri, it seems that your husband is having Expressive aphasia(difficulty in expressing) as well as Anomic aphasia(difficulty in speaking). You people have come on time, and it is a good chance that your husband will get recover soon." 

"Dr. Saa'b, please write some medicines/tonics." Gayatri said

"Gayatri Ji, medicines/tonics/injections won't be of any help here. Only speech therapy will help in this case. I am referring to Mr. Shukla a good speech therapist, one or two visits will not help, you need to go for few months and practice that at home also."

Gayatri took me to the therapist that day only. Speech therapist Mr. Shreenath, took my class for almost 1.5 hour, I got tired after that, but it increases my enthusiasm. He had put lots of paintings, cards in front of me, and asked "What is it?, what its name?" I was feeling like a KG 1 student. But after continuous struggle and practice, I realized one thing, the importance of various special things of our brain, and we feel this importance only when, we lose them.

Mr. Shreenath gave some homework also, and told "Seeing your good grasping power and your wife's commitment, I believe that you will recover within 3-4 months." I was so happy while going towards home, that I kissed my wife.

"What are you doing, driver will watch from mirror" She said

"That .. that .. what you say ...that ... everyone does, and it feels good." I said

"Then tell, you are loving me" She said and blushed like, she used to when she came home after marriage and was 16 years old.

Change the angle of viewing things

This post is going to be very philosophical but it is something I have written for myself, whenever I will feel low and need some positive talks, I will come to this post and will read it. Though I have made this post as public for few others as well who may need this.

We all have many questions and complaints with our life, very rarely we appreciate it. Most of our time spent in cursing the life we are living. We have 8 out of 10 things with us, but we cry for those 2 things which we don’t have, because those 2 things seem above 8 things we have with us, those 2 things give us the happiness and entire life, but just in our vision of life. Once upon a time I was having a discussion with my aunt and she shared some great things with me, which was like this. We cry for people we really love and care in our life, if they leave us. And it is natural, but we can take one step ahead from the common crowd by thinking our life as a train where we are destined to meet very fixed set of people among billions of crowd on this earth, those fixed set of people travel with us in the train and we create a bond with them. Few will get in the train at some station and be with us till their station arriving and few will travel with us till the end. And we cry for those few who leave us very early, we curse them for some or other reason, not knowing the fact that they are supposed to be with us till that time only and their part in our life is over.

Everything that is going to be happen with us is written (I know few have different opinion for this, no offence to their thinking, but I strongly believe that our life is already written by the supreme power) some people in our story play the role of a mediator to finish the task and we consider them as bad, if things does not end in a way we want. Like in Ramayan, Ravan had to be killed only by Lord Ram and to start the beginning of that task, Kekai became the mediator and we considered her as a villain in the story.

To accept and implement the truth is very difficult, but to go to that level where we do not hate anyone and forgive everyone, it requires a lot from us, it will ask us to smile when we don’t want to, it will ask us to do many things which we probably don’t agree to do it but at the end it gives the eternal peace and happiness.

We always search the happiness of life from people outside, we call them, we meet them and share our stuffs, they listen to it, say few things in response and we feel light after that. We feel good after sharing. I also do the same thing. Ideally we shouldn't need people from outside giving us the happiness, we should be happy from inside and recover on our own, and then only we will be truly happy, we should seek happiness from inside. Our life is mostly run by people, not by us, even our happiness and woeful moments are also driven by them. Why the hell we are giving the thread of our life to someone, when we can handle it on our own. Its best if we start and learn these things early in life, as it gives us the chance of continuous improvement. Life is not meant to find ourselves, but it is to create ourselves.

Last night while chatting with one of my friend, I learnt a great thing, “Never become the causes of that much pain for someone that he/she cannot abide it” very true and deep lines, made me think for hours. Ups and downs are an integral part of the life, we just have to be calm and balance during bad time till it passes by without hurting anyone. Once we slowly adopt and accept the reality of life, it will no more be a complaint for us; it will be a gift for us that God has shared with us.

Stay happy and keep everyone happy (First we have to be happy then only we can make others happy)

Walking alone in Gulf - part 2

I was getting ready for the candle light dinner, planned in a 5 star hotel. I wore a red chiffon sari, a red bracelet in my right hand and a watch in the other. It was a very special day for me as I was turning 25. I had gifted myself a platinum ring as the silver jubilee gift and it was blazing in the middle finger of my left hand. Celebration of this day in my own way always gives me a special feeling that I enjoy every year on this day. Today I was living my dream. I was laughing under breathe and thinking about the next few hours. After bare minimum makeup which gave me the title of simple beauty, I looked up in the mirror. It broke my dream. I opened my eyes and then realized that today was my 25th birthday and I was in Abu Dhabi, far from my family and friends. Tears of sadness and loneliness rushed through my eyes. My close ones were not around me to wipe my tears and give me a birthday hug. My mom and dad were not present with me here and I badly missed the way they used to wish me on my past birthdays. This day I needed my family and friends more than I needed them on any other birthday of mine, not because I was alone in Abu Dhabi, but because I was really alone.

I put on the new dress my mom had gifted me and then went to office, like any other ordinary day. My days in Abu Dhabi were going good; I had stayed in a 1 BHK serviced apartment and used to prepare my lunch and dinner every day. Sometimes I roamed here and there to browse the city all alone by myself, and did lots of shopping. As soon as I logged onto my machine, I saw more than 80 mails in my inbox and few were still coming. Few pings on chat also lightened my mood. I had also received 3-4 calls on my cell phone, which used to be silent since months. It all gave me immense relief for few minutes. Still I felt lonely, as this was not how I had dreamt of my 25th birthday. After distributing few chocolates to my team mates and the client with whom I interacted frequently, I left early for the day, dropping a “signing-off for the day” mail to my team.

Dubai and Abu Dhabi is mostly populated with people across the globe, especially from India, Pakistan, Nepal and Philippines. All the working class people are mainly from the above countries and all the top level executives and VVIP people are the descendants of the Arab and Britain. People genuinely follow all the rules and disciplines be it the traffic or the general. In my hotel, the reception area was around 15/10 feet, and you could see 10 CCTV cameras in such small vicinity. Two were planted from the hotel authority and rest 8 were from the crime department of Abu Dhabi and other emirates of UAE. That day I got to know why UAE is among the top countries where crime rate is low and women are very safe. If we see the food habits, then you would find almost all variety of the non vegetarian food, one can think of. As I was there in the holy month of Ramadan, so could see "Haleem". It’s a special dish which is made by putting camel (now a days they don’t use camel as if you kill any camel they will charge/punish you equal to, if you kill any human)/chicken in the container with some water, flour and other ingredients, it takes hours to prepare, so that the main crux of the camel/chicken thoroughly mixed in the flour. If you eat it then you won't feel like eating anything for the whole day.

From office, I went to a mall and purchased birthday decoration items, a gift for myself, a cake, soft drinks and desserts. Before dusk, I was ready with Sāmbhar, Dum Aloo and Rice. Along with that the hall was also decorated with all the birthday decoration items. My team mates joined me for the celebration. I had invited them to my birth day party in that sign off e-mail. I then connected Skype to broadcast my birthday celebration at my home. My mom, Dad, sisters, cousins and grandparents all were there with me, not virtually but as an integral part of the party. After cutting the cake along with a great birthday bash, we had the dinner. My team mates had given me a memento of “Burj Al Arab”(world’s most expensive and controversial hotel till date). It made me happy, like I used to feel when I was a child and received a gift from the people in the party.The criteria to decide good friend was the size of the gift. I laugh recapturing those moments, as once again I was feeling like same child. I was really happy as my day ended beautifully. That day I realized one truth of life, “You are the only one who is responsible for your own happiness, and no one else is responsible.”

Road was completely filled with the luxurious cars. Rolls royce, Porche, Audi, BMW, Benz, Bentley, Land Cruiser and all the expensive cars/SUV's which I had not seen in a row together on the road. I realize now why I am so crazy about my first car. I have done a lot of research for my first car (after seeing these many cars in UAE); which of course will not be the one I have listed here, but certainly I would hope to have one of these someday. After browsing the store once again for the purse I wanted to have for my sister, I saw my watch. It was showing time as 10:30 PM, I surprised how on earth I din't realize the time. I quickly wrapped up my shopping and then came outside. Instead of taking a cab, I preferred to walk, there was soothing breeze flowing around, and sky glittered with moon and stars. I was walking alone in gulf and thinking about my life. I always enjoy the time I spend with myself, that walk was one of the memorable walk for me.

I was very excited for my return journey as I was missing my family a lot. Finally I was at the same Dubai airport, this time I was much familiar to it and least interested in intently gazing things around me. I was again in the same Emirates flight, but luckily this time I had a window seat, and I could see Burj Khalifa (One of the tallest buildings of the world) from there, top view of it was awesome. It(Building) looked like, the petals of flower spread in the garden. Few hours later, I landed in Hyderabad and next day I fly back to my home town, where my Dad, Mom and Sis all were counting every minute, when my flight got delayed for 30 minutes. Those moments of meeting with family, I can't describe here. Those were very emotional and precious moments which I don't want to do injustice, by writing it down here.

When I am writing this series of posts, I have drifted back to the same zone. I now again want to go to UAE, I want to enjoy those weekends/sometime weekdays drive to malls, new places, shopping, watching limited indian channels on TV, traffic, culture etc. Whatever it was, I really had a great time. I had a great time with MYSELF.

Journey in desert ends.

Walking alone in Gulf - part1

It drizzled mildly that evening all the way until I reached at the superstore from the office. Mom and I had planned to meet there for some shopping related to my business trip to UAE. We both ransacked the store for it and completed our day with all the packing. Soon the day had come when I was supposed to leave for Dubai. Mom, Dad and I were at the Hyderabad International Airport. They both were propped up against the rope which was tied with the purpose of, blocking people beyond the visitor’s area. Lot many expressions were dancing on my parents face. They were very happy, they were proud parents, they were sad, and they were worried about me.

I smiled and then went to collect the boarding pass along with check in of the luggage. My luggage was exceeding the minimum limit, it weighed 50 Kgs. Emirates has limit of 30 Kgs as check in luggage and 7 Kgs as cabin luggage excluding laptop for its international flights for the passengers of economy zone. I had food items which weighed ¾ of my total luggage weight. As being veggie, I was more concerned about my food. I got worried about the luggage weight and beads of perspiration spangled on my forehead. After few minutes of hassle I somehow managed to check in my luggage through my colleagues' bags. After collecting the boarding pass, I came towards my parents to bid good bye to them, I touched their feet, and could see tears prepared to pour down from their eyes but somehow they controlled it to giving me a happy see off. I then went for the immigration check. The guy over there was in his 50’s; he must have been handsome in his early years. I gave him my passport and boarding pass, after which he asked the reason behind my trip. He looked puzzled and gave a brief glance at me when I answered that I was on a business trip. I was about to take out the client authorization letter to show him the authenticity of my answer, but before it he seemed to be least interested in verifying it and said okay in a typical male voice. I silently thanked to one of my friend, who gave me those papers in the morning, which would have landed me in trouble otherwise. I received many calls from my family and friends wishing me happy and safe journey and safe stay further.

While attending to one of the calls, I heard the announcement, "This is the last call for the passengers of flight EK527, please report at the gate no 6". I was wondering when the first announcement was made, then thought I might have lost it. I went to the gate no 6 from where I saw a tunnel which leads to the gate of the air craft. It covered the entire air craft, making it difficult for me to guess which air craft it was. Only on stepping inside I realized that it was Air Bus 320, as I had to cross 3 compartments to locate my seat which was perhaps at the end of the air craft. Inside, I saw a very beautiful air-hostess wearing formal mini skirt and coat, followed by a traditional Arab "Naqab". She looked at me and told me about the extra work, which she had to complete, as the plane was fully packed with the people. Listening to her accent, I guessed she must be British. I nodded and said few words in reply to that talk and then smiled.

The gap between the seats was very less, making it difficult for me to stretch my legs properly. I have heard about Emirates flights that they used to maintain world class standard and they perhaps have been awarded for this, 6 times in a row, but may be an award criterion doesn’t pay much attention to the comfort of passengers in the economy zone. I somehow slipped in that seat and made myself comfortable. After distribution of the complimentary items, another air-hostess came and gave me a menu card, I browsed it to order what I wanted, but to my surprise she came up with the dinner without even taking my order. Later I got to know that they gave the menu card to the customers, to make them aware of the varieties of cuisine available in the dinner to be served. After having the undoubtedly delicious dinner, I saw our current position above Arabian Sea and Muscat was the next country we would fly above. I napped till I heard the final announcement made. As far as I remember, the announcement was something like, "Welcome to the United Arab Emirates, we are now flying above Dubai, which is our final destination. It is Ramadan month and it’s a holy festival here, requesting all of you to respect it and do not eat or drink anything outside. Have a pleasant stay and thank you for flying with Emirates". I peeked from the window, and gave a mesmerizing stare to the view of the city below. It was around 1.30 AM and the first thing that I did is to sync the time of my mobile and watch as per the UAE time. My team mates were seated at some different place. I was scared for some time till I saw one of my team mates coming towards me and then we both headed towards the exit of the plane.

My eyes were wide open when I moved out from the plane towards the airport. It was magnificent and most beautiful airport I have ever seen. I could see the gleams of white light turning to color one, when struggling to come out from the glasses propped up against the stairs and the walls and roofs, making the overall look and feel of airport more amazing. For few minutes I was trying to absorb the beauty of the airport, filled with people from different countries. Among them I noticed few officers dressed in white thawb, wearing a shumagg on their head, supported with the black ogal. Arab people are extremely beautiful and fair. I wished to have a photograph with them, but couldn’t get the courage to ask this stupid thing at the airport, so I went ahead and collected my visa. I then moved towards the immigration counter with a long queue. Dubai being a hub for all the international flights, so it is supposed to be the crowded airport. Queue was equally long at all the counter, so I chose the one handled by a handsome officer among all the counters available. I again started looking towards foreign people and the airport and was changing my gaze from one thing to another frequently as I wanted to soak up everything around me.

I was not at all prepared for this trip, but somewhere I wanted to relax from the current life. I wanted to go to some place where I can live in my own world, without people around me, due to which I had agreed for this trip in a gulf country. While I was lost in reminiscence of my last few weeks in Hyderabad, the officer asked me about my passport and visa. I gained my consciousness when he again repeated it. I provided him all the stuffs, he needed for verification, he then signed my passport. We came outside using the horizontal escalator, first time ever I had seen it. We then hired a cab to Abu Dhabi. I was surprised the most when I saw that, a beautiful Lady was driving it at midnight. I must say Arab government have maintained a high level of trust in its people, that they can roam and do their work in odd hours without being worried about their safety, as safety is being taken care by the government. Hats off to them.

Journey in desert continued ….....

I want to be like you

What is all this? Why don't you keep track of all the things ? Tell me, what you do since morning ?

(He was yelling at her and she was quietly listening to it and searching for the bills he asked her to find. Kanchan was watching all this from the corner of room scared of saying anything to her dad and thinking why he was shouting at her mother, she was old enough that anyone of her age could forget things. Sudha and Dillip got married 21 years ago, for the initial few years, their relationship was full of love, but as soon as the years of togetherness wore on, they got busy in their responsibilities and love from their life started fading.)

These are the bills you had asked for. Is there anything else that you need?. (She asked slowly)

No, its okay.

He had his lunch and went to his office. She then went inside the kitchen to prepare Kanchan's lunch box. Kanchan came towards her mother, held her tightly and kissed her on cheeks and said - Mom I love you

I love you too beta (Her voice was shacking, still she tried to manage herself in front of Kanchan)

She then gave the lunch box to Kanchan, kept everything on the table that she needed. Kanchan took her bag and rushed for college.

It was daily routine for Sudha, everyday she had to hear some or the other harsh word from Dillip, which made her cry always. Dillip used to behave good for few minutes after coming to home, as he also could not live without her, but those normal moments did not lasts longer.

She came inside the room and started crying, it was not one day story, but it was a daily routine for her, and that too in front of Kanchan, as these things did not create a good impression on Kanchan, about her parents, but Sudha was not able to do anything to correct it.

Mom, I forgot my license. Where is it? (Kanchan called out while coming inside)

(She managed to wipe her tears and came outside.)

Mom, were you crying?

No dear.

Don't lie to me, I know you were crying. Mom please ignore and try to be happy, please stay happy, I can not see you like this.

Yes dear, I will, now take this and go to college, else you will miss your first lecture.

Promise me, you won't cry.

Promise love, now go

Okay Bye mom, love you loads

Bye honey, me too

Sudha was very intelligent lady, she won many prizes in school and college and participated in events organized at national level. She was very creative too, her work towards arts amazed people. She was very mature and a rational person, and always looked at things in a logical manner before taking any decisions. Her decisions were always right. She never took her daughter's side in any of her mistakes, instead she made her understand her mistakes. She in all is a perfect mother.

She did not remember the things and forgot them quickly, sometimes she asked the same thing to Kanchan 3- 4 times in a day. Kanchan was worried about her mother as she was suffering from few other diseases also which generally people of this age had. One day Sudha got fainted, she somehow managed to call Kanchan. 

Kanchan where is the medicine, do you remember, I forgot dear.

What happened mom, your voice is weak, tell me.

Nothing just some pain, you tell me where is the medicine

Mom it's there in the shelf next to the table lamp in my room.

Thanks dear, now you study and don't worry. I am ok.

Okay mom, take care, love you

Kanchan took leave from college and rushed towards her home immediately, as she knew her mom was hiding something. She came home. Sudha was lying on the ground, seemed to be very weak, her eyes were pale yellow and half closed, perspiration was streaming from her forehead. Kanchan looked at her mother with shell shocked expressions.

Mom, what happend, we will go to doctor now

No, I am ok 

I won't listen to you, come now

(She took her to the hospital, doctor asked for few tests after seeing her. She finally recovered after 2 days)

One day Kanchan told her mom, while pressing her mom's legs

Mom you know you are the world's best mom, you always took care of all small needs of dad and I. You always patiently and quietly listen to dad's anger, you are like an ocean that everything gets inside it, without spilling out. Mom I want to be like you, you are my idol, my god. I love you a lot mom. 

(This line was the reward of all her love and patience "Mom I want to be like you") Sudha was enlightened and felt extremely happy after hearing this, tears were rolling down from her eyes to cheeks. It was tear of extreme satisfaction, success, reward, happiness.

She hugged Kanchan tightly and said, I love you too honey, always be happy and keep smiling.

"You are successful only when your kid comes to you and says "Mom/Dad I want to be like you."


PS : The best gift a father can give to their children, is to love their mother.

The Wedding

Is there anything pending?

I think we have done almost with all the preparation. You just need to take care of wedding dresses.

Yea I will do it today. Have you ordered the cake?

Yea dear I have done all the arrangements starting from Wedding hall, Music, Dinner, Garlands, Priest, Cake everything.

That’s great; I am counting the days now.

Yea, me too

Ok, bye for now

Bye love

Saloni picked up her bag and went to buy the wedding dresses. Karan got busy to make the wedding perfect. They knew each other since 10 years, slowly their friendship turned into love. Karan always took care of all the small things which made her happy and he knew that she had lots of expectations with this wedding so it had to be the best. He could do anything of the world to see her smiling and happy. They were like “Made for each other” couple.

After a whole day of searching, Saloni finally purchased the wedding dresses; it was a purple and dark pink color combination sari. She called Karan after shopping -

Honey I am feeling a bit hungry. How about having pizza at our favourite place?

Anything for you love, I will meet you at MG road square

Yup (She smiled)

Karan reached there and they both started towards Pizza Hut. Their favourite seat was empty, and they almost made an attempt to run towards it, before it got occupied by someone else.

We just saved it

Yea (He took her hand in his’s and squeezed it lightly, she was smiling at this.)

Timing of waiter was perfect, she removed her hand from his’s, Karan then started giving the order, without looking at Menu

1 Garlic bread spicy supreme

1 Country special pizza

1 masala lemonade and sweet lemonade

Anything else you need sir?

No, thank you.

(Waiter went to get the order.)

So show me, what you have purchased

Here it is

You getting champ huhh, nice pick.

That is true. I have a great choice (rolling her eyes in his direction)

Ha ha ha right

After finishing their dinner, Karan dropped Saloni at her place. Saloni’s Mom enquired about, why she was late. She somehow gave few excuses of spending time with her friend Neeta and helped her in shopping.

Finally the wedding day came, she desperately waited for it. She got up early, made few phone calls to invite friends. Her mom was in the kitchen and dad was reading the newspaper in the garden. She went towards mom first, as it’s always secure to attack the soft heart people, but still she was not ready to tell her parents the truth. She had planned their presence in the wedding with a lie, which she knew that, later they would agree, as it was their daughter’s happiness that matters in the end.

Mom my friend’s wedding is there today, she wanted all of us to join. You get ready at 6 PM along with dad.

Honey you go and enjoy, we will be at home

Mom she called me many times and wanted to talk to you as well, but you were not around. She asked me to bring both of you in the wedding.

Ok, I will tell your dad also, and we all will go.

Thank you mom (She din’t need to convince dad now, as her mom would do that on her behalf)

She along with her parents went to wedding hall sharp at 7 PM, as soon as they stepped out of the car, they saw a red carpet that lead to the stage area, and flowers showered on them. Saloni’s mom and dad turned towards each other in surprise, then Karan and Saloni wished them “Happy Silver Jubilee Anniversary” Mom and Dad

They were speechless for some time, but their eyes were clearly showing the happiness they felt. They walked along the carpet towards stage area, all their family friends, relatives were standing over there. Priest chanted few holy lines, after that her parents exchanged the wedding garlands. A very big French wedding cake was there on the table next to them, they cut it and everyone was clapping and enjoying the moment. Few minutes later a soft song was played and then old couple danced on the floor and gave their Salsa performance.

Door to a new world

People start writing in two cases only, either they are really good at it or they need something to kill the time which also enhance their skill as a side product. I am surely the one in the second category of people. Trying your hands on something like this is always challenging, as you need to keep the people with you from the start till the end, also make them flow into the emotions you set. I will try my best in this. So here few lines about me before I start with my next posts --

I am Kirti, as usual in the same crowd of IT people a software professional, who end up in writing or start some of their old favorite interests after getting frustrated from their monotonous life. I do not have much work at least for some time nowadays. This is one of the main problems with the IT sector, either you have hell like a work or you are totally free, both are not really good to survive.

Few more of my life, I do not have many friends but I am happy to be blessed with few gems that always shine in my life. I enjoy my life in small moments, and these days I am constantly learning something or other from people around me, who inspire me to do things which I wanted to do since long.

It’s being my first post, as a beginner, so my fingers and mind are not helping me more here, but I will soon be back with my next post.

Keep Smiling and Have a great day ahead.