My Love Affair

#Episode 5

I walk shutting the door, leaving wet footprints on the floor.I stand facing myself, with both my hands holding the towel.As I gaze the mirror keenly loosening the garment mantling my assets.Now, as I perceive her deliberately at every notch, I step forward a bit, a bit and a bit more, not dropping an eye at the mirror.I turn side facing, pushing my wet hair softly to the neck, unaware I happen to raise ankles while I place my palms on the hips and my eye trying to look at my back.Amidst, I catch up a girl posing like the one she saw on the magazine and like the one on the hoarding, also like the one on the T.V and one more and one more and finally one, one, one.

Undesirably, I slide the mirror away.

I spot one from the closet peeping right at me like the one abandoned longtime, craving for a little erotica, leaning towards I pick it up cuddling the 7 yards plain green.This piece has a story, binding every letter for so long years with awaiting love, romance, and goodbyes then I discover the saree with the touch of my eye recollecting the memories it held, this made me swift in draping my long last love all over me.I lacquer it by slaying pallu on the left shoulder noticing a curve never before on the lips.

Later, I ride my car still continuing with the big smile and now I can feel it in my eyes while having a sneak peek at the mirror again.

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Dear Mom

I often remember you complaining a lot about me to dad for the times I didn’t listen and for the times I didn’t work.Anyway, I smile and you know why? Because , I know you will stop sometime later.
Maa,
Don’t worry that I am late assuming I was wasting my time around.
Don’t worry that I always run into a room when relatives are home.
Don’t worry that I don’t make a round chapatis.
Don’t worry that I always go for partying.
Don’t worry that I forget wishing my siblings on their special days.
Dont worry that I only wear western and hate to be traditional
Because,
I was late doing my work before hand so that I can have a holiday with family
Because,
I run as I don’t want annoying questions on me spoiling your mind too.
Because,
I can still make delicious food and satisfy my in laws.
Because,
I party with friends to make sure I am happy and can still do better knowing you are not the only one who loves me.
Because,
I talk to them on a regular basis as our relationship is just not what it looks on Facebook timeline.
Because,
I wear what I love and that makes me comfortable.But I will always be ready for a saree if you wish to let me click a lot of pictures.

Life is short

Not every love story ends in death ,but ends in marriage too.And Not every marriage ends in death,but ends in divorce too.We may fail in love and fail in marriage.None of them is the end of life.Though love and marriage seem different ,they are same.Except marriage has a big number.Big number of people involved in.Love is pure and eternal same as marriage.Love has commitment,responsibilities same as marriage.But these are not same as life.Because life is  more than just a relation.Let Life define more about you,than who you were with.Embrace yourself for what you are.And don’t stop to move on and don’t stop to live .

Biggest Lie you ever told

 

 

#Episode 4

Editor:”Well,this looks out standing and admirable ,you are……..?”

Me: There you go!!!(He only gets my entire bio data when something ‘s wrong with me)

Saying this I left the office .I felt relaxed when this Ayush work came to an end.Just to say “admirable” and “out standing” is something great to fall into our ears for a work.I did not feel a slice of happiness though.


I was sitting at the  TV and did not possibly watch any  of it.My phone was vibrating and I took the call,it was my “mom”.I guess she felt  her daughter, not doing well.Before I could completely lift the call I decided to go home.

“Really!!How many days do you stay?When are you coming?” Mom exclaimed when I told her I am coming.Not only her ,I felt over joyed listening to my own words.

Mom:tell me what happened? Are you not well

Me:I am fine (another bitter lie .But ,don’t you worry!! she already know you are not well .When any mom puts a question in front of you about your well being. she only wants to know ,how well you lie and how grown up you are).

 

Tada….I am home

Nothing else is comparable  to this lovely feeling ,it was like I left home a million ages back ,I checked every nook and corner ,the greenery around me,the backside view of poultry,my wander place balcony and also pretty mom.It had been days at home and I never had a thought of my phone and the office and the editor.It lasted for a moment for I was thinking why not just stay here?.

And I heard my dad calling from behind.Well,let me tell you about my dad,he is not good ,because he is amazing.He never wants me to pick a choice ,because everything is of mine.He never compels me,but guides.He never scolds,but warns.He never argues,but teaches.I didn’t hope he had something this time ,I didn’t see it coming.

Unlike before ,he did not ask anything about my work,food,living and friends.He ordered me to quit job and stay back.

 

A  Big Hello!!!! to all the bloggers.Well,It has been a very very long time since I penned down.Above post is the continuation of my series.Hope you recollect it and I hope ,I will post the next episode very soon.Thank you all!!!

HAPPY   BLOGGING

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Lovely Blog Award

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Hello all! I am very glad for posting this.As this his been a second compliment in a row.I am very thank full to my fellow blogger for nominating me.He is  sunil singh.He is a wonderful blogger and has so much of content that leaves you a moment to think about.

And ofcourse,he is a lovely poet too.Do drop by his blog sometime and have a worthwhile reading.

Seven facts about me!!!

1.I  prefer to be  solitude.

2.I am an Ambivert.

3.I believe in god and he is with us all the time.

4.My goal is to write all the time and get employed for the same.

5.I am a fan of A.R Rahman’s music (Of course ,who is not:-:-).

6.I have mood swings very often these days ,necessary to quit(lemme try).

7.I always  have  loving people around me and know they will be even when I am wrong.

Now,the Nominees!!!

https://mycountryepoque.com/

https://techtalksandnews.wordpress.com/

https://solohbillywrites.wordpress.com/

https://boundlessblessingsblog.wordpress.com/

https://ramjetpoetry.wordpress.com/

https://infinite1997.wordpress.com/

https://aethist.wordpress.com/

https://shabdragini.wordpress.com/

https://didisvgp.wordpress.com/

https://theexceptionalwriter.wordpress.com/

https://sunnymca.wordpress.com/

https://utkarshsharma26.wordpress.com/

https://thirdeye007blog.wordpress.com/

 

 

The Versatile Blogger Award

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This is my first time of Versatile awardee and it is very special to me.It has been a long while since I achieved a compliment for my work.It left me overwhelming and you are the reason Piyush Bilandi. I am very much thankful for this act.And hope you will have a good perception on my upcoming posts and blogs.

Now Something Really Interesting About Piyush Bilandi

As I through his blog recently, he had many interesting technology facts going on round the globe.His site is a collection of  every piece of electronic gadget from mobiles,network operators their attractive offers and about  anything new in the digital world.Do go through his site and know  lot many things .

Piyush Bilandi site: https://techtalksandnews.wordpress.com/

Now The Rules of The Versatile blogger Award

  • Thank the bloggers who nominated you and share their links.
  • Nominate at least 10 bloggers for the award and provide links to their blogs.
  • Also inform them about their nomination.
  • Reveal 7 facts about yourself that your readers may not know.

 The 7 Facts About me

  • My passion is  to write and to sow the seeds of my thought into the reader’s mind.
  • All time admirable book is “A Thousand splendid Suns”.
  • My motivation to work harder is my loving mom.
  • I have immense respect for those women ,who struggled their life ,to be glorified and to remain memorable.
  • I always believe “Life has already ended ,when you didn’t learn from your mistakes”.
  • At start ,I was not so happy with my blog.As it did not have a single reader.But very soon my website turned into a celebration with many visitors.And I thank you all for your contribution.This blog  soon became my hobby.
  • Finally I am a person of love,do not speak much but express at time.A stubborn but has a consoling heart.A writer with no pen in hand:-:-;-

Now The Nominees

https://shabdragini.wordpress.com/

https://daringtojess.wordpress.com/

https://forgivingconnects.com/

https://houstonphotojourney.com/

https://thebrownalmond.wordpress.com/

https://happinessbetweentails.com/

https://helsinkibudapest.wordpress.com/

https://vidishakaithal.wordpress.com/

https://wingedream.wordpress.com/

https://crumpledpieceofpaper.wordpress.com/

Thank you readers!!!

 

 

 

 

 

Yours always

On the sea shore with tides touching my feet and a distant lightning moon witnessing me I held my eyes staring high.Because you are a shining star in the dark sky.

I began to recall all the chattering of ours and our long night outs ,our giggles,our stories of life.

And then I wonder where all of them flew,or may be you took them away from me along with you.

I don’t have a place for happiness in my heart.I don’t smile like before,dress like before,talk like before ,live like before.All I can think is,which I never wanted to be remembered ,it is four of the men carrying you in a coffin and in which you were not a person anymore ,but just a body.

I sit there on the sand and wonder why aren’t you here with me.I jump with my hand trying to hold you.I fall .I try again knowing I will fall.

I am not complaining officer infact I am proud of you for loving you ,and proud for chosing your own death unlike us all.You died for the nation but you are immortal for me.

Love your body

My daughter ,a 10 year old once asked me “What is a pimple?”.We were on a cushion watching cartoon on a TV and I stopped sipping my coffee to  stare at her chubby cheeks  and pinkish face,I didn’t find any! well,not then.

Daughter: Maa , what is it? How does it come?

Me:(I thought for a while and all that could flash in my mind is smaller me:-:-:-I was also same worrying about my face,beauty and body,I did not know what to answer her,I don’t want her to grow up like me,so I cooked it up) Sweety ,It is just a sign that you are growing up and don’t you worry ,because it will vanish sooner than you discover it.

Daughter: When will it vanish for you?

Me: (I was pity about her class teacher on how was she handling this cute questionnaire )I smiled and said it doesn’t bother me any more ,because it makes your mama more beautiful ,isn’t it?

Daughter:No,you were good with out it.

And she ran to her friends waiting for her to play.I was there sitting thinking how  to convince my kiddo.But look at her age,Not only she had not crossed puberty but she doesn’t know what it is.One afternoon ,it was Sunday and I was washing dishes ,she pointed at my waist and said “what are those scars?”(Those were my stretch marks).I wanted to stop her immediately talking about all these bodily changes.

It was night the same day and we were in a bedroom when I started to narrate on “Kalpana Chawla”.(Well, I prepared for it the whole evening).And I was so happy when she was excited about every part of the biography.

Me:She died in a space shuttle  just before entering into earth.

Daughter:(She got up from my lap  and exclaimed) “she died!!!”.

Me:(I smiled and said) No, she is re living in my story.So,”When are you growing up to  be great like her?

Daughter:Very soon,and I will be greater to her.

Few weeks passed and I did not see her thinking about all the old stuff. In fact ,she bought a book named “Women who inspired the world” from library.You should have seen me then,I was proud of her already.Eventually,she never spoke about them then after.It is not only story of my daughter but story of every girl and woman striving for a shaped body not for her.Our women body is often compared to an Apple shape,Spoon shape and Hourglass shape.It is not about the shape ,the other factors like :thin or fat,height or short,white or black .They don’t define you nor your beauty.You are more than a size,length,color and shape.You don’t live for yourself and you are the reason for  lives.For you are a mother,daughter,sister,friend and a girlfriend.No one’s ever here to judge you about your body.You are a way more beautiful with your work,patience,caring,loving and living.Love your body anyway and stay healthy.

 

Are you okay?

Have you been in a situation when you felt someone to be there for you ,when nothing worked out and you did not have anything left to do.So,there you are sobbing and  sobbing,continued until your eyes stopped the flow and then dried.Have it ever occurred to you ,if only someone was there for you, the situation would have been better and warming.Someone who had a sense  to know,to suggest,to console and to be there for you.

I am sure everyone of you have been in that place and thought the same more than once.But my friend, you would have got one to stay with you then, only if you  were there for someone when they needed you to be.Everyone here encounters failure , rejection,humiliation ,bullying .All of them might have come past it and few are in the present .As a fellow being ,as a person who faced it before ,as an individual with a responsibility.Make time from your schedule ,approach them ,console them and don’t forget to ask “Are you okay?”.It will be your smallest unit of contribution to their relief.Because,not all of us pays back for our grief and get things right to what they were before.It is not that  I am suggesting you to move on ,fight for what you deserve ,fight for your identity,fight for it is your right ,fight for the cause,fight for your independence.But every brave heart needs a person in their bad time as you did before.Hence help them to get over it .

 

 

The Speech

#Episode 3

“She is an attractive talker and a good listener too.She had time for you ,when she has to attend a million works.She was with you,when she was wanted by many.She did not leave you when you intended to,not because she doesn’t value you ,because she cares for you.You were not her alternative ,she chose you among many and you are the only one choice.She fought for you,she stood by you,she sacrificed for you,she consoled you,she encouraged you,she caressed you.Hence,

My Dear

When was the last time you spent time with her?When was the last time you made her smile?When was the last time you complimented her?Or should I put it in this way ,when was the last time you loved her?Don’t you think it’s your turn now.”


I noticed silence for about few minutes.And I heard them (putting their hands together).I was giggling and left the place with thank you.Well,it is the least compliment everyone could get.But,the matter is I did well.I imagined this entire speech practicing like a one hundred times.But this was the best among all of them.Yeah,I didn’t tell you, today is activity day which means we are supposed to talk ,act,write.Of course this is what we do on non-activity day.This is little special with not having a bossy editor who monitors on your writings.We are free to express anything.But,my left eye started blinking,there should be something waiting for me ,as everything went on well till now,I thought. As  my eye lashes were dashing into each other at a speed 3 ×10²³ m/sec.I was sitting on my chair when some of my so called friends complimented me on the speech,I thanked them .

I was not interested to work ,so stood up  and stared into everyone laughing,gossiping.Looking into someone like that would make me feel walking on the thorns.Eventually,I wanted to leave.But you know,our office is  like a one way thing ,you only have the choice to get in and the other it only happens in the late night. Perhaps ,I should just gossip with my system then.Then I saw him and murmured “Here comes the Philanthropist”.Now this is something great ,isn’t it?Everyone gets to enjoy with their friends and am here with regular work.But Ayush, just waved at me and went into editor’s office.I hoped he would never come back.I have a “I am so selfish” kinda feeling when I talk to him.

Great!!! Aditi ,You always complain people about gossiping and now you were just sitting in that chair and judging everyone on your way. Doesn’t make much difference,does it?

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