Monsoon

After a long time I am here, and writing my post :) I know its almost a year since I have posted anything. This doesn't mean that I had not thought about my blog, in fact I had thought a lot about it, on most occasions as well, but to be honest I did not have that strong feeling to sit and write something. I used to write short stories, but this time I do not have anything in my mind, no short stories, no philosophy, just something that I am feeling since 3-4 days and so now I am giving those feeling words. 

Things have changed alot since last year, my project ramped down, then I moved to Mumbai for a new project, then because of health issues I moved to Pune and so I am doing work from home since then. Now monsoon has started and in most parts of India it's raining and so is in Pune, but there is something special about the rains in Pune or maybe I can say for me this monsoon has brought back the old memories. I am missing my friends, I am missing the time we spent together, I am missing everything. The last Thursday, when it rained for the first time this feeling was getting really strong. I was doing my usual office work. My room has a balcony, so I can enjoy weather while working. I saw it was getting dark at 5.30 PM and the clouds filled with water were moving from east towards west and weather was actually becoming sweet. I was thinking "What a beauty God has created for us to cherish and appreciate". I stood in the balcony seeing all this and suddenly I drifted back into the old times, This weather is the reason why I am missing everything. Then I kept aside that feeling, and decided to enjoy the rain. The Weather and the rain water were very cold, and I was shivering but I still danced in the rain. It was really nice being a child again. It rained heavily that night, which caused power cut for whole night and the predictions were that next day as well power cut would be there. I was cursing this thing, because of power cut I missed my online seminar which was scheduled at 6.30 AM and now I wouldn't be able to do my office work. But there is a saying, "Whatever happens, happens for a good reason". So I was waiting for the good reason. 

It drizzled in the morning as well and pipes in my balcony had water drops on it, which were about to fall. It seemed that pipe had some small electric bulb lighting over it, a natural lighting of water drops, during night same water drops shines with many color, because of reflection of light on it. There is a terrace below my balcony, water got stored on the terrace because the passage was blocked, and when wind was blowing above that water, it was trying to shift water from one place to another making this whole thing more beautiful. Morning after rain seemed as refreshing, bright and pure as a mirror which is recently cleaned with water. Weather and rain made my mood, to go somewhere where I can enjoy nature more closely. Mahableshwar, this place, it always comes to my mind when I want to roam around and enjoy rain. I can go there, its quite near from Pune, but I have restricted myself for sometime. Oh I don't like these restrictions, but sometimes you need to follow this thing.

I went to my brother's place for doing my office work. We had a great time after almost 5 years. While coming from his place, I had a feeling that I was on a summer vacation. In our childhood when we used to go to our relative's place and while coming to home, the feeling that I used to have, I had experienced the same feeling that day. Things have changed a lot, now we don't have summer vacations. We lose few friends, few close friends have changed and few close got too close. And all these feelings get intense in the monsoon. Friends are the most important part of life, we don't realize their importance until we lose one or two. The time we spend with them, seems to be the best time now, and we know, we cannot relive it. It's in the ending always we realize how beautiful the beginning and the journey was.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and live those moments once again. But then I feel, somehow if I was allowed to do so, then I would be more cautious to enjoy the time, as I would always keep on thinking that this is the last time when I am enjoying with my friends. May be because of this reason, God never gave wisdom to the people that the time they are living right now would never come back, so that they enjoy it without thinking about anything and because of that reason probably it becomes our best time. If we were told that this period of life which you would never get back then we would become more cautious and instead of enjoying we might end up being sad.

Life at the Chowk

Summer was at its peak, and the effect it was producing was strengthening the presence of the strong red ball floating in the sky. Sun rays were flickering on the surface of the body giving a feeling of burning sensation. Perspiration streaming from the body never let you feel that you had shower few minutes ago. Hundreds of mason's were standing on the chowk near the traffic signal. Shyama was also standing there, waiting for someone to hire him for the construction job of sites/buildings. His pale green eyes were rolling 180 degrees from left to right and then left with the hope of arranging food and education for his children Rewa and Pankaj. Rewa was 5 years old, a very innocent gal, having sharp features. Pankaj was 8 years old sincere boy.

Shyama  got married to Sandhya 10 years ago. Shyama's income was not a steady one, it was daily wages indeed as he was working as a labor on the constructions sites. Once the construction had got over he again had become unemployed, and then again had started the search for the job on the same traffic signal. He was not educated and the only thing he had inherited from his father was the skill of working at the construction sites.One day when his dad was on his death bed and their family didn't have money to arrange for the medicines, so he left the school and started working at the construction site in place of his dad. With years of working, he started enjoying his job and had got perfection in that.

Sandhya was a beautiful lady, a serene smile always lingers on her face. Seeing her innocent face Shayama forgot all the worries of the world. She was always there with him through his thick and thin. Her support made the difficult phases of his life a easier one to handle. After a year of their marriage she also had started working in her neighbor's home as a maid as She had seen his husband struggling for work.  

It was 1.30 in the noon, beads of perspiration drizzling down from his head. Tension and the worry about tomorrow was making his mind swirl. Suddenly a white car stopped near him. Shyama was constantly looking at the grey glasses of the car, slowly it was sliding down and a man about 40 years in age wearing black RayBan glasses popped out of the window and spat near the legs of Shyama.

"What's your name?" Man asked him.

"Shyama!, Sir ji" . He replied with a hope in his tiring eyes.

"There is some work at my new house, we need a man for the same. Will you do it?" Man asked him

"Yes Sir ji, I will come to work for your new house." He replied

"Okay, this is the address, come there by 2:00 PM", Man handed him a crumbled piece of paper having something written on it.

"Yes Sir ji." He said with a happiness that was showering with every word he released.

Before, Shyama used to work for sky scrappers and once when he was working at the 12th floor of the building, he lost his balance and fell down and then stuck up on the 5th floor because of the steel frames,  which was coming out of the walls of the building. After many days of medications, rest and sandhya's care he got well. Doctor had advised him to join some other job as his back was still weak and it might not be fit as it used to be earlier. He tried to search for the other jobs as well, some other kind of work, but luck and days of unemployment and the years of savings which was spent on him for this accident had forced him to join his old job. Sandhya understood and respected his husband's decision.

He reached at the mentioned address. Man showed him the work that he needed to do, it was to give the final touch to the house. When he had had the complete instructions of what he needed to accomplish and in what timeline, clock was tickling and showing the time as 3:00 PM. Shyama promised the man to complete the work during those timeline. He always had completed the work on time, no matter what happened. For him his words and the promise he gives to people matters most. Finally he had got the job for some days that made him happy for a while.

Rewa and Pankaj went to the government school near to their home. They had strict instructions to study hard. Shyama and Sandhya wanted to give their children the best education they could afford, as they both wanted to go to school and study, but the circumstances didn't allow them to fulfill their dream, now they were reliving their childhood in the form of their children. Pankaj being the elder brother took care of his little sister in absence of their parents.

Next day Shyama reached quite early for the work, while working he felt a severe pain in his head and fell down on the ground, no one was around him to take him to the hospital and within a minute he was dead. In the evening when the man had come to his house he saw Shyama lying on the ground, he asked him to get up, but Shyama didn't respond, with anger in his eyes man went to shook him furiously then he felt the coldness of Shyama's body and then took him to doctor and informed police as well. 

Man then went to the same traffic signal where he found Shyama, and asked people over there, if they knew about his family. He then went to Shyama's house. As soon as the man released the words about Shyama's death, Sandhya was thinking to hold each word and put it back, she hoped that man must be lying, but he wasn't. When she saw his dead body she felt that he would get up and ask her to give tea, but he didn't get up, he didn't say anything as he was in a long sleep.

Years later in the hot summer, a mason with his group was standing on the same chowk. He din't have food since 2 days because of the unemployment that was there for more than a week. He fainted and was taken to the nearest hospital, the doctor saw the mason and tears rolled in his eyes remembering his father was once at the same place as the man was. 

PS: This post is being written for those people whom I see daily, standing on the chowk which I cross while going to my office.

I Love You

She was deeply lost in his thoughts, that hovered in her mind without giving a single chance for other thoughts to grow. She was walking aloft with the help of her subconscious mind only, and forgot that the world was also moving around her. Tears rolled down her cheeks and then absorbed up by her lips. While engrossed in his thoughts, she turned to cross the road, a heavy truck was coming with the speed that could not be controlled in a second's notice, and threw her away and then she remained in the air for a few seconds, before falling on the ground. Blood gushed from her head, ankles and her face was red with the spate of blood from her head, it seemed that she was not crying with the pain she had received few minutes ago, but she was crying with the pain that had lingered in her heart long ago.
People gathered around her to check if she still was alive. Someone from the crowd took her cell and called on the number she had recently called, to inform about her accident and then she was taken to the nearest hospital. They unknowingly dialed his number. She never made the call to him since weeks, she always had dialed his number and cut it before it got connected.

He came hurriedly and asked for her in the hospital. He got a direction towards ICU. He never had thought that, he would see her like that someday. This was the first time he was allowed to meet her, and luck had brought them together like that. He entered in the unit haphazardly and stopped near her. She was covered with the bandages all over her body. She was looking very tired. She was looking at him constantly as if she was waiting to see him. She managed to give a gay smile being in the unbearable pain she was having. He put a hand on her right cheek and lowered himself towards her head to speak slowly directly into her ears.

"You will be all right soon, don't worry!" he said, allowing himself a little smile.
She looked at him for a moment longer, before saying anything to him. As she was still listening to the reflection of his voice, which was chiming like a mirrored wind touching carillon.

"I want to say something to you, please take my hand in yours" she said softly, her voice emptied of all its music and emotion.

He moved his hand slowly over her forehead, and then took her hand in his and put the other hand over it.

"Yes sweets, tell me"

"I love you" she said in a way as if a ship was lost in the sea.
Words were merely coming from her lips, its her eyes that released those words in the air, which she wanted to say since long, and first time ever her lips had spelled them. Her eyes were filled with the tears that refused to move out, and stayed inside. Tears around her pupils, giving an impression like the moon appeared to float, when seen directly into the water in the night. They both were very comfortable with each other. It was a silent understanding that deepened every time they talked to each other. It was a bond that had everything which made them a perfect couple- mutual understanding, honesty, truth, affection, care and most importantly respect for each other. 

He was astounded to hear it. He directly saw into her eyes and could see the reflection of what he had heard in her voice.
"I will miss you" She said in a voice, that was as lonely as the stars, still as smooth as a cheesecake.
Everything was still, and it was the last time she breathed. She was dead. He shook her furiously, checked the machine a couple of times, if it still was making a sine curve, but the moment had gone with her. He called out the Doctor and staff. He was in a shell shocked expression. One by one all the things from the past settled across his face, he was thinking of all the moments he had spent with her, those late night musings, those moments of laughter and the moments where just silence was the conversation, everything where he had the luxury to be with her. He picked his phone to call her for the last time - One drop of tear was rolling through his cheeks while listening to her ring tone and seeing his name on her phone.
"Dil sambhal ja jara, phir mohhabat karne chala hai tu"

It was Monday, they met online through a matrimony site. The only thing that impressed her the most was his voice, the way he talked, it was so melodious to her ears that she wanted to listen to him without interrupting him with her responses in between the talks. Those 3 days talks had decided everything for her, without even meeting him in person. It then did not matter to her how he actually looked and how he was going to be with her in future. Nothing actually mattered her.
The thing that impressed him the most was her honesty, truth and attention to small things. Perhaps she was the first girl who had touched him so deeply. He was also looking forward for this relation, but their parents were not on the same line. And with a heavy heart he told her "As our parents ain't agreeing for our relation and in this case we would not be able to proceed further". He could actually felt the pain she was receiving listening to this, though they have not talked much, just 2-3 times but she meant something to him and it really hurt him a lot. She got numb listening to it, her mind got blank for some time. But she didn't want him to know what she was feeling, she simply replied "It's completely fine, I understand it" But she actually could not understand it, and it was not at all fine. She somehow managed to make him feel good and bidding a good bye, which she never wanted to give.
"Doctor, please do something!!" He called out.
A crew of doctor and nurses did their investigation, and after that doctor said,
"She was dead for 15 seconds, but she is now breathing. Her brain has been severely injured, because of which she is now in coma. The level of consciousness is stuporous wherein a sufferer is almost entirely unresponsive and only responds to base stimuli such as pain. Person remains rigid and mute and only appears to be conscious as the eyes are open and follow surrounding objects."
Tears were trickling down from his eyes, he lost control of his body and was about to fall down on the ground, but the Doctor held him and said,
"I can not say how much time she will take to recover, or may be not, sometime people take years or months. But we will try our best, and don't loose hope."
It was January, she closed the window against the light brief snowfall and gust of wind. And then she was looking towards the road through the glass of the window and recapitulating their first talk. He came towards  the window and joined her. They both were silent, as if the silence was the most important conversation they wanted to have that day. He then knelt down on one knee and asked her -
"Would you please do the extraordinary honor of marrying me"
She smiled with the tears in her eyes, the beautiful combination at that moment.
"Yes"
He then held her hand in his, and whispered in her ears "I love you". She smiled lightly and then they cut their 20th Wedding anniversary cake.


PS : To say "I love you" one must know first how to say the "I"

Green and Grey

This New Year was special in its own way, as I was going to celebrate it with one of my good friend. A lot of plans for celebrating the day to its best, crossed my mind. I called him to share the list of all the options which we could do on the New Year's eve. But I got quite disappointed when I came to know that he had to attend his friend’s wedding on 1st Jan. I then remembered a line someone told me – “If you want to cheer yourself up, cheer somebody else up”. This line was continuously hitting me and I decided to share my day by cheering up people around me.

Hyderabad, I decided to come here even after knowing the fact that I would be far from my family and no other friend would be there with me. But I always wanted to explore the different culture and different experiences in each city/country, so I came here with those hopes. I like this city for many things. It’s well developed and has a great IT set up, its culture totally different from the one I come from, its people, its weather and many such things which I might not be able to pen down here, I like about it. But somewhere something was still missing, I never had the feeling of belonging to this city. 

31 December 2010:

I purchased few things (confectionery, cold drinks, chocolates etc) while returning to my home after office. My landlady’s children were quite excited about the day as their aunt along with her little daughter was also there. I prepared some food and along with the things I bought with me, I reached at their place. I knew that they would enjoy my presence so I dint give much thought whether to join them or not. Those few hours before the dawn of a new year, I was feeling like a child, as once again I did few things that I used to do when I was a child. I played different games with them, I was fighting using the pillows with them, I ate with them, I enjoyed with them. I wasn't a grown up girl during those few hours, instead I was reliving my childhood with my new friends that I found there after years. My day ended very beautifully. 

1 January 2011:

We had holiday for two reasons, firstly its next year’s first day and secondly its Saturday, so I had a full day to spend. My Mom used to tell me, always do good things at the start of new year, so that we would do it for the rest of the year also. Whenever I get the opportunity, I like to spend my time with the children of orphanage. I decided there and then that, I would go to an NGO. This time I went there with some other purpose in mind. I wanted to donate some money/things to the organization as I didn’t believe in paying taxes to the government. With the same money which could have filled the minister's lockers, I wanted to donate it to the orphanage or old age homes. It was an NGO and children were mentally challenged. My body got numb and a lump formed in my throat when I saw little kids struggling to do normal things. I got some fruits with me and I could never forget those eyes and the words they shared in response to that little gift. I did few checks on how they (Organization) operate and what was there monthly and yearly expenses so that I could share their problems with whatever way I could do.

After returning to my home I realized many things – Earlier I was sad because I was not be able to celebrate the day, the way I wanted to celebrate, but when I looked at those children, for them all days were alike, they couldn't differentiate the different colors of life. I also realized the contrast of life around me, and felt like walking on the lane, one side of which I could see the green shades of trees and on the other side grey shades of trees. One day I was with the children who enjoyed a lot and desperately waited for the new year’s eve, and on other day I was with the children for whom every day is a new year, and their parents live in the hope that one day their children will be normal as others are and can feel and do the things as others do. 

But when I saw the life of those children from a different angle, I felt that they were the happier than any other children around them. They have had their own world; they are far from the intelligence of the world which at the end destroys us. They are the lucky ones who don’t understand many things, they just do what they enjoy doing it, without thinking whether it is good or bad. We don’t appreciate the happy side of life until we see the darker side of it, and we don’t find the missing pieces of the darker side of it until we see the happy side. Both are so correlated to each other that one is not complete without the other. That day was the memorable in much sense that it made me cry and it made me happy at the same time.

1 January 2012:

PS: A year has come with new hopes and heights to achieve. I wish you all a very happy new year.  

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.