they met, they loved
they parted, they cried
they met again, they smiled,
they were one, a whole again…
there was magic in the air,
the tender hand on her hair….
time went by,
life was a blur
of hugs and promises
smiles and stolen kisses….
yet there came a day
when he did pull away!
savage his words
I no longer feel love
savage his action
of final retraction
savage his love
forgetting his vow
savage his heart
tears hers apart
Savage is love,
Savage is life !
In response to Daily Prompt :
she forgot her kith and kin
she forgot all she believed in
all she remembered was impossible love
her need to make him see the heavens above.
her time , her life, her duties, her promises
her responsibilities all could burn to ashes
all she cared was for the deep happy voice
the chuckle in his throat was now her choice
Was there an unknown empty space inside me
Was I Incomplete before you and me became “We”?
Are you the long lost other half of a whole
Was I Incomplete before my heart, you stole
She woke up that day with a song in her heart. She was going home!! Being at Medical school was great, but this was her first trip back home! Yayy! Tone deaf, she happily hummed a new popular ditty as she packed her bag.
She joined the equally excited bunch of girls in the hostel lobby and they made their way to the railway station. The group of ” boys ” from their batch joined them there. No one had even thought of reservations and all of them happily entered the unreserved compartment. The slatted seats were anything but comfortable but the exuberance of youth shielded them from any such discomfort. Seeing them, they could have well been in Executive Class aboard a luxury liner! Continue reading
Proud of You, Amma
The day a child is born , so is a mother… Being the eldest child, this is doubly true, I guess, for my mother, who I call Amma. A mother is your first teacher, your first refuge, your eternal panacea for all troubles whether you are a one year ‘old’ infant or a 50 year ‘young’ woman. There exists an extra special bond between daughters and mothers which intensifies the day the daughter becomes a mother. An obstetrician by profession, I have lost count of the number of times I have witnessed the miracle of birth yet the novelty never wears thin.
My mother, a “simple homemaker” by definition, was and is easily one of the earliest and strongest influences of my life. She inspired, coaxed and at times, literally dinned into us, her 3 daughters, the singular importance of being independent and self-reliant in the truest sense of the word. That we were “girls” never dimmed that determination even the slightest. I remember once on hearing that she had 3 daughters, a lady at a local club get together remarked ” Oh I am so sorry!” Pat came my mothers reply… “Why? I am not!! In fact I am proud! ” She would go on to instill in us the courage to follow our dreams, never believe that there was anything that we could not do because we were ” girls”. The fact that we belong to a matriarchal society may also have helped. The fact that we spent our childhood in Idyllic Goa also did. Gladly supported by my father, we were allowed tremendous freedom of choice and were vested with the power to choose from a very young age. This manifested in me at a very early age when I refused to repeat a class because I was too young to be promoted to the next despite having topped that class.( Class I )
She came into our lives as a little bundle of fur. Barely a month old, she stole our hearts forever. My Brother in Law found her for us and we fell in love with her. My children grew up with her. She was just a few months older than my daughter.
Minnie was the the most affectionate souls I have ever met. And yes she was a gentle soul . My son was as attached to her anyone could ever be and a refuge when he was troubled. She would know when any one of us were feeling low and her simple presence was enough to make us feel comforted and yes, loved. Whether it was Rajiv me or our kids. Continue reading