The Skype call

I opened my diary and turned to December 15th. Today's entry was only 81 words.Day by day my entries were getting shorter.I stared out of the window, people walked slowly in the garden while others sat on the benches  ,deep in thought.It was only their thoughts ,their memories which kept them alive but it was the same memories that kept them sober too.

I flipped the pages back to Feb 15th.The day I made 'the decision' or was forced to make it. I was shocked to learn how fast people's mind change,even your own daughter's.Raghav had died the previous year.Sandra was already married and settled in the US.She stayed with me for a few months, 63 days to be precise.I really didn't know what she was planning,because she never discussed about my life-to-be after her father's death.She seemed detached.As days past ,I felt she was being restless.Constant calls from her husband to go back made her frustrated.Every time I was around the corner ,her phone calls would become hushed.I began to sense the unhappiness in her voice and actions.She was starting to get annoyed by whatever I did.

I confronted her with the big question.She didn't reply.Without much of a pause ,I suggested I would stay here alone."No,we are planning to sell the house",she said without batting an eyelid.

Think Twice!

I woke up feeling unusually happy,

But my eyesight slightly blur.

Walked towards my study table,

Picking up my books,

I looked at them longingly.

Beautiful prose in untidy handwriting,

Quick illustrations and shabby notes.

Walked back to the window sill,

Sprayed water on my potted plant,

Inhaled the beauty of the world outside.

I turned to the wall beside my window and

Ran my hand over my medal collections.

I ran quickly across the room excited

At the sight of my beautiful wall paintings.

Mesmerized by the beauty, I slowly drifted

Humming the lines of the song playing on my player.

I stared long at the family photo in my wallet,

How much I missed them between the four walls here.

The door suddenly opened and came in my friend,

“Hi Natasha”, I said, but

She shrieked and ran back!

Walk the talk

In this age of laptops and smartphones ,where everyone's bums are glued to their chairs and necks are always craned ,its time to pull our butts off the chair and remind our legs how to walk!! Walking necessarily doesn't mean exercise ,it could be a leisurely walk with your loved ones to spend quality time leaving behind the technology leeches.

I have had a few wonderful walks in my life.Walks where talks were more ,emotions were more and where miles seemed short and time never seemed enough.My walks started with my family.We used to walk all the way to the nearby park during weekends. Grocery shopping was also fun when we went walking together.Coming back with a grocery bag in one hand and a tetra pack on the other and endless chitter chatter.From school news to office news ,future educational plans,vacation plans ,imaginary plans and what not!!
Then the leisure walks around the college campus after college hours.Licking on cold ice creams,or munching on hot evening snacks our gang used to roam around.Sometimes exploring forbidden territories chatting away.

I didn't quite forget walking after joining work either.Our idle time was spent strolling on the green lawns of our office pacing slowly around the magnanimous well maintained gardens.Talking about anything under the sky but work!! Sometimes it was to accompany a pregnant friend on her daily routine walks discussing what to name the baby .

Walks with my roomie were rare ,but the ones we had were beautiful.Blabbering along with no ringing phones,no office calls,no whatsapp pings and no fb. Just 100% plain and pure girlie talk ,gossips,banters,giggles and sometimes serious life matters.We would never realize how many topics we had covered.

Walks with besties are true treasures whether walking on the bustling market streets or the silent wave lapping beaches.It'll seem like everything around you is just standing still.Lost in the world of words.You know what bliss is !!

So what are you waiting for!! Pull your loved one by the hand and step out!

The Girl in the Glass box

The girl in the glass box
she never slept.
She looked at the painted glass walls,
Frantically searching for a way out.
She wasn't unhappy,
even though in a box,
Because she was herself
and followed her heart's whims!
She sang and danced and dreamt sky high,
and wrote and painted the tall glass walls.
She cooked and played 
and lived life her way!
But she was here..
all locked up and alone.
Surrounded by glass walls,
with not even  a hole.
She dreamt of the day,
she would be free..
She did what she loved
and didn't follow the crowd.
She didn't hide behind curtains,
when society scorned!
Instead held her head high
and walked straight by!
People and opinions ,
she heeded not!
Coz with bricks and bats,
She could make a home!
Fearless and bold ,
she was meant to be!