Sitting in Lab 7, at the moment..
The college ambiance is much the same, except a concrete walkway that connects the security to inner entrance.....and a beautiful flooring that adorns the library, now!
The canteen menu is slightly improved, or may be, it's just another case of the heart growing fonder with distance...But, a wide LCD, that hangs out in one of its walls, surely makes the food less oppressive!
The mini-labs accommodate the 40 extras enrolled this year!
The staffs all recognised me, and beamed a cheerful welcome....Surprising to know Malini Miss too can smile :-)
The college still is home to me!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
One of the reasons, why I haven't been updating my blog off late, is I'm simply out of clues on how to describe the festive season!
I won't call it sullen, as that would belittle the efforts of my kind friends, who, as if by some magician's repertoire, bore me up..
None the less, I can't demean my own energies, time, and care; expended unsparingly in dedicating Mumma a wall!
XXX
Happy moments of yesteryear Dushehras would come knocking to my heart and impress upon it joyous spontaneity..
I'd be glad...........but only momentarily............as a glumly "present" would soon steal into the pleasant mood.....Like some grave, disturbing thought that marauds a poor maiden's dream!
XXX
Saptami (October 14th) was difficult.....the morning, especially.....the music and festivities were in full bloom, underlining, sternly, the hushed landscape that my heart has become..
XXX
The House owners had arranged for renewing our lease. I looked at the papers fleetingly and signed them...and deposited an advance of next seven months....
XXX
Apurva had come to help design the wall, but Daffodils- the best photo labortary in town- let me down. The pictures weren't framed, yet.
Ashu, too, I remember, had dropped in to say "Hi" that day.. Apurva left the laptop with me, so that I might plan for another day and prepare good patterns for the wall...
XXX
In the afternoon, I went to Recreation Club, knowing already that revisiting the place, mumma had so sportingly accompanied me to each Dushehra, would only invite tears to my eyes...
It did.
But thankfully, only the Goddess saw them.. The morning Puja was long over, and people had receded to their places already.....
I didn't hold them back.. Two big droplets rolled down my cheeks.. My cheeks, that, upon such gaieties, inside the Pandal, would be fondled lovingly by so many of mumma's friends.....
They were moist with gloom this time!
I retired.. Immediately.. In any case, my white kurtas seemed to only dull the Goddess's lustre..
XXX
In the evening, Sid took me on a joyride to the city... There were Lights....There were too many lights.....Brilliant lights that sparkled glory in the crowded streets.............
and then, there was eternal darkness!
XXX
Ashtami (0ctober 15th) was unusually wearing, to begin with....Those who have seen me toil relentlessly in even minor assignments, can imagine how I might have struggled when I ventured to dedicate her a wall!
Her, whom I love above all riches this world can offer!
XXX
No food (except a bowl of kheer that Shahla Miss had sent us).
No water.
No rest.
No bath.
Only shouting at masons, with irrepressible wrath, should they falter!
XXX
It paid.
XXX
By 6pm, not only Shahnaz Aunty had lauded my efforts and pronounced the wall "stupendous", I had performed "Sandhyarti" too..
XXX
Navami (October 16th) arrived like spell of rains upon parched fields.. Courtesy Ashu and Apurva, who first took me for Devi-darshan, where I prayed and wished, and then to Dominos that has hit the town only last week!
We ordered four double bread pizzas and garlic sticks.....And shared that amongst us!
Mouth watering, truly mouth watering!!
Go Dominos Go..
XXX
In the evening, we went to see Ashu off, whose holidays were over and who had to leave for Chandigarh!
Sid and Apurva then left for their homes, and asked me to meet at Recreation Club at around 8.
XXX
Delightfully, I had two unexpected visitors in Shivam and Salindra- school buddies, who had come to spend time together.
So, it was a gang of five, not three, at Recreation Club. Cool moments awaited us. We shared jokes; exchanged ideas; and discussed, among other things, the Babri verdict.
Shivam, the lawyer, ardently upheld the decision, while Salindra advocated it as well.
XXX
We also went to this cosy place called, Khaa Lo, and ordered dinner.. Shivam bore it all himself, arguing he was the only one who had a job and who had drawn stipends too.
So unlike ACJ- where people split even tea bills amongst themselves!
At night, I was back. But not before I had bought popcorns for us and mumma, and had a tete-a-tete with the Bhattacharyas!
XXX
Vijaya Dashami was my last day at home; I'd write about it only tomorrow as I need to rush for my evening prayers.. Today is Kojagori Lakshmi Puja (Bengalis celebrate it a fortnight before Diwali), and I hope, earnestly, the Goddess would arrange for my proper upkeep.
I won't call it sullen, as that would belittle the efforts of my kind friends, who, as if by some magician's repertoire, bore me up..
None the less, I can't demean my own energies, time, and care; expended unsparingly in dedicating Mumma a wall!
XXX
Happy moments of yesteryear Dushehras would come knocking to my heart and impress upon it joyous spontaneity..
I'd be glad...........but only momentarily............as a glumly "present" would soon steal into the pleasant mood.....Like some grave, disturbing thought that marauds a poor maiden's dream!
XXX
Saptami (October 14th) was difficult.....the morning, especially.....the music and festivities were in full bloom, underlining, sternly, the hushed landscape that my heart has become..
XXX
The House owners had arranged for renewing our lease. I looked at the papers fleetingly and signed them...and deposited an advance of next seven months....
XXX
Apurva had come to help design the wall, but Daffodils- the best photo labortary in town- let me down. The pictures weren't framed, yet.
Ashu, too, I remember, had dropped in to say "Hi" that day.. Apurva left the laptop with me, so that I might plan for another day and prepare good patterns for the wall...
XXX
In the afternoon, I went to Recreation Club, knowing already that revisiting the place, mumma had so sportingly accompanied me to each Dushehra, would only invite tears to my eyes...
It did.
But thankfully, only the Goddess saw them.. The morning Puja was long over, and people had receded to their places already.....
I didn't hold them back.. Two big droplets rolled down my cheeks.. My cheeks, that, upon such gaieties, inside the Pandal, would be fondled lovingly by so many of mumma's friends.....
They were moist with gloom this time!
I retired.. Immediately.. In any case, my white kurtas seemed to only dull the Goddess's lustre..
XXX
In the evening, Sid took me on a joyride to the city... There were Lights....There were too many lights.....Brilliant lights that sparkled glory in the crowded streets.............
and then, there was eternal darkness!
XXX
Ashtami (0ctober 15th) was unusually wearing, to begin with....Those who have seen me toil relentlessly in even minor assignments, can imagine how I might have struggled when I ventured to dedicate her a wall!
Her, whom I love above all riches this world can offer!
XXX
No food (except a bowl of kheer that Shahla Miss had sent us).
No water.
No rest.
No bath.
Only shouting at masons, with irrepressible wrath, should they falter!
XXX
It paid.
XXX
By 6pm, not only Shahnaz Aunty had lauded my efforts and pronounced the wall "stupendous", I had performed "Sandhyarti" too..
XXX
Navami (October 16th) arrived like spell of rains upon parched fields.. Courtesy Ashu and Apurva, who first took me for Devi-darshan, where I prayed and wished, and then to Dominos that has hit the town only last week!
We ordered four double bread pizzas and garlic sticks.....And shared that amongst us!
Mouth watering, truly mouth watering!!
Go Dominos Go..
XXX
In the evening, we went to see Ashu off, whose holidays were over and who had to leave for Chandigarh!
Sid and Apurva then left for their homes, and asked me to meet at Recreation Club at around 8.
XXX
Delightfully, I had two unexpected visitors in Shivam and Salindra- school buddies, who had come to spend time together.
So, it was a gang of five, not three, at Recreation Club. Cool moments awaited us. We shared jokes; exchanged ideas; and discussed, among other things, the Babri verdict.
Shivam, the lawyer, ardently upheld the decision, while Salindra advocated it as well.
XXX
We also went to this cosy place called, Khaa Lo, and ordered dinner.. Shivam bore it all himself, arguing he was the only one who had a job and who had drawn stipends too.
So unlike ACJ- where people split even tea bills amongst themselves!
At night, I was back. But not before I had bought popcorns for us and mumma, and had a tete-a-tete with the Bhattacharyas!
XXX
Vijaya Dashami was my last day at home; I'd write about it only tomorrow as I need to rush for my evening prayers.. Today is Kojagori Lakshmi Puja (Bengalis celebrate it a fortnight before Diwali), and I hope, earnestly, the Goddess would arrange for my proper upkeep.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Collected the suits from Lucknow Tailors yesterday.......beautiful suits that would have so complemented her!
I unfurled each one of them around her bed....later at night....She'd dote on them, I know!
XXX
While in the market, amid the festive razzamatazz, a slate coloured cargo-shirt arrested me for a while......may be I liked it.....But whose there to buy that for me?
I'm not buying that myself!
Delighting yourself is fun......but it's so much more delightful when your parents do that for you....I have neither!
XXX
The lights blind you for a moment......when you go out to shop.....the grandeur is simply imposing......
But they torment me, and remind me of my grief- which is irrepairable!
Mumma would, upon this season, drag me to every other shop and buy me the most impressive clothes!
Never again!
XXX
Daffodils would reconstruct all of them, and colour them too....The pictures.....some recent ones which I want to enhance, and some very old ones....already torn and ravaged by blurs that time impresses upon your happy moments!
I'm dedicating a wall to my mother....in the living room....The budget was decided at Rs 5000....which wasn't sufficient...
So, I dished out the last Rs 5000 too, that I had kept for my personal security....I don't mind; the wall has to be splendid....that's more important..
XXX
Talking about budget, that shouldn't be a botheration....
You listened Goddess, that shouldn't be a botheration!
Okay, the money is all outstanding.....and we have flooded out whatever we had in the Shraddha....and if that wasn't enough, "He" the trickster has duped the LIC money...and has also ensured the Rs 30,000 family pension is lapsed....
I can't avail the pension as I have a job, already.....and Bro is past the upper age limit....We had pleaded on him to accept it on "his" name and give us maintainance...
But, "he" refused adamantly......hoping this would force us to surrender ourselves upon his mercy.....But, it's already decided......205 A, Debashray Apartment wil never be my abode!
XXX
So, what if the Rs 30,000 family pension is gone to the dogs...The Goddess will have to arrange me money....suficient money, as I'm not going to compromise with my standards.....never....My mom is still there....and I'd live as comfortably as I have always been....
You have to arange the money, Goddess.....Where from, is your headache!
XXX
Shahla Miss took us on lunch yesterday....Another of their efforts to lift me from my sadness...Ashu has again arranged lunch at my place tommorow.....All would be coming, for the Pizzas and cake!
XXX
I'm leaving on Sunday.....My first Vijaya Dashami without her....When I say without her, the inference is only physical....
I have to leave home.....and her......and go....
XXX
I unfurled each one of them around her bed....later at night....She'd dote on them, I know!
XXX
While in the market, amid the festive razzamatazz, a slate coloured cargo-shirt arrested me for a while......may be I liked it.....But whose there to buy that for me?
I'm not buying that myself!
Delighting yourself is fun......but it's so much more delightful when your parents do that for you....I have neither!
XXX
The lights blind you for a moment......when you go out to shop.....the grandeur is simply imposing......
But they torment me, and remind me of my grief- which is irrepairable!
Mumma would, upon this season, drag me to every other shop and buy me the most impressive clothes!
Never again!
XXX
Daffodils would reconstruct all of them, and colour them too....The pictures.....some recent ones which I want to enhance, and some very old ones....already torn and ravaged by blurs that time impresses upon your happy moments!
I'm dedicating a wall to my mother....in the living room....The budget was decided at Rs 5000....which wasn't sufficient...
So, I dished out the last Rs 5000 too, that I had kept for my personal security....I don't mind; the wall has to be splendid....that's more important..
XXX
Talking about budget, that shouldn't be a botheration....
You listened Goddess, that shouldn't be a botheration!
Okay, the money is all outstanding.....and we have flooded out whatever we had in the Shraddha....and if that wasn't enough, "He" the trickster has duped the LIC money...and has also ensured the Rs 30,000 family pension is lapsed....
I can't avail the pension as I have a job, already.....and Bro is past the upper age limit....We had pleaded on him to accept it on "his" name and give us maintainance...
But, "he" refused adamantly......hoping this would force us to surrender ourselves upon his mercy.....But, it's already decided......205 A, Debashray Apartment wil never be my abode!
XXX
So, what if the Rs 30,000 family pension is gone to the dogs...The Goddess will have to arrange me money....suficient money, as I'm not going to compromise with my standards.....never....My mom is still there....and I'd live as comfortably as I have always been....
You have to arange the money, Goddess.....Where from, is your headache!
XXX
Shahla Miss took us on lunch yesterday....Another of their efforts to lift me from my sadness...Ashu has again arranged lunch at my place tommorow.....All would be coming, for the Pizzas and cake!
XXX
I'm leaving on Sunday.....My first Vijaya Dashami without her....When I say without her, the inference is only physical....
I have to leave home.....and her......and go....
XXX
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Missing Them: Anonymous Polished, Anonymous Defender, Anonymous 2, Anonymous 99..
Like everybody else, they too seem to have abandoned me.....Can't complain....If Mumma can do, others can too.
XXX
Went to Patna Market today, the city's shopping heritage where I had had a glorious evening with Mom.....On September 4th.....My Last!
It still was aglow like a constellation of stars....its sparkling luster, this time italicizing the melancholy of my heart!
Collected a couple of suit pieces that Mumma had so selectively chosen....At Bharat Silk Store....Rs 1000 she had already deposited; I paid a thousand and half more!
Those were the same suits.....upon which we had disagreed.......But, she had had her way, not buying the ones I felt were good..
XXX
Today, those are my favourites as well...
XXX
I left both pieces at Lucknow Tailors......which she had graced as customer since 1965....He showed me another couple of suit-pieces that Mumma had asked him to stitch...and then never bothered to collect...
He'd give all four of them on Tuesday...Mumma would be overjoyed to have them tailored...But, that would be a Durga Puja surprise...I haven't told her anything as yet..
XXX
We had a chain of Pujas yesterday......each a complementary one for the Shraddha Ceremony....The Purohit felt that was necessary...to unfetter Mumma from the bondage of desires...
This mostly happens when somebody has left children or unfinished works behind...In Mumma's case, both...We aren't married, and we don't have a house of our own to live...and nobody who would look after, either....
Of-course, we have some outstanding money, and a decent job offer, too..But, Mumma would need assurances..
The Puja provides exactly that....the soul realizes by the Grace of the Gods, all would be well...and is then liberated from worries of this mortal world!
XXX
My Xavier's friends have transcended human thoughts on kindness....They come every evening and cook me sumptuous meals...
Yesterday, when we went to the river bank to immerse the "Yajna" articles, Ashu just wouldn't let me carry the heavier bag...He bore it all himself!
And then took me to Bachchu Babu, where we had the most mouth-watering Gol-gappas!!
XXX
Unselfish concern has found new names in them....Tommorow, his gang is coming to take me for some matinee show.... They would also cook Manchurian and rice in the evening!
XXX
But, it's unbearable.....
The Pain.
XXX
If I'm going to Mangalore, it's only for money..
XXX
It's only for money!
It's only for money!
It's only for money!
For dreams have all eluded me.........and hopes, wrecked..........in the unrelenting malice of life!!
XXX
Why Goddess, why?
You could have averted this, couldn't you?
XXX
When the "Yajna" was nearing completion, I felt her leave..
"Choli Aami (So, I leave)?" she liked (and needed) my approval...
Don't ask me that.......for the answer would never be "Yes." I replied..
She was baffled....one of few occasions where she wouldn't be able to decide....She still dazzled in Pink.... but this time she carried a handbag too.....which obviously suggested she needed to bid adieu!
She seemed to tell me to swith off the TV and AC, too...I wouldn't...And I wouldn't let her go, either...
She looked at me affectionately....wanting to reason... but the mother in her, making it difficult to do!
XXX
And like always, I won she lost....It was agreed she would live both in heaven and at home!
XXX
It's everywhere there.....The unfinished edifices of bamboo that artisans are hastily completing... The idol makers are speeding up work, too...
It's Durga Puja; the city would soon array itself into a bride!
Every year, I'd fret.....
"Will they finish things before Saptami?" I pestered mom a thousand times..
XXX
No longer.. What awed me into ecstasy once, now benumbs me into silence....At best, those edifices barricade my gloom, and confine me in the darkness of it!
XXX
Like everybody else, they too seem to have abandoned me.....Can't complain....If Mumma can do, others can too.
XXX
Went to Patna Market today, the city's shopping heritage where I had had a glorious evening with Mom.....On September 4th.....My Last!
It still was aglow like a constellation of stars....its sparkling luster, this time italicizing the melancholy of my heart!
Collected a couple of suit pieces that Mumma had so selectively chosen....At Bharat Silk Store....Rs 1000 she had already deposited; I paid a thousand and half more!
Those were the same suits.....upon which we had disagreed.......But, she had had her way, not buying the ones I felt were good..
XXX
Today, those are my favourites as well...
XXX
I left both pieces at Lucknow Tailors......which she had graced as customer since 1965....He showed me another couple of suit-pieces that Mumma had asked him to stitch...and then never bothered to collect...
He'd give all four of them on Tuesday...Mumma would be overjoyed to have them tailored...But, that would be a Durga Puja surprise...I haven't told her anything as yet..
XXX
We had a chain of Pujas yesterday......each a complementary one for the Shraddha Ceremony....The Purohit felt that was necessary...to unfetter Mumma from the bondage of desires...
This mostly happens when somebody has left children or unfinished works behind...In Mumma's case, both...We aren't married, and we don't have a house of our own to live...and nobody who would look after, either....
Of-course, we have some outstanding money, and a decent job offer, too..But, Mumma would need assurances..
The Puja provides exactly that....the soul realizes by the Grace of the Gods, all would be well...and is then liberated from worries of this mortal world!
XXX
My Xavier's friends have transcended human thoughts on kindness....They come every evening and cook me sumptuous meals...
Yesterday, when we went to the river bank to immerse the "Yajna" articles, Ashu just wouldn't let me carry the heavier bag...He bore it all himself!
And then took me to Bachchu Babu, where we had the most mouth-watering Gol-gappas!!
XXX
Unselfish concern has found new names in them....Tommorow, his gang is coming to take me for some matinee show.... They would also cook Manchurian and rice in the evening!
XXX
But, it's unbearable.....
The Pain.
XXX
If I'm going to Mangalore, it's only for money..
XXX
It's only for money!
It's only for money!
It's only for money!
For dreams have all eluded me.........and hopes, wrecked..........in the unrelenting malice of life!!
XXX
Why Goddess, why?
You could have averted this, couldn't you?
XXX
When the "Yajna" was nearing completion, I felt her leave..
"Choli Aami (So, I leave)?" she liked (and needed) my approval...
Don't ask me that.......for the answer would never be "Yes." I replied..
She was baffled....one of few occasions where she wouldn't be able to decide....She still dazzled in Pink.... but this time she carried a handbag too.....which obviously suggested she needed to bid adieu!
She seemed to tell me to swith off the TV and AC, too...I wouldn't...And I wouldn't let her go, either...
She looked at me affectionately....wanting to reason... but the mother in her, making it difficult to do!
XXX
And like always, I won she lost....It was agreed she would live both in heaven and at home!
XXX
It's everywhere there.....The unfinished edifices of bamboo that artisans are hastily completing... The idol makers are speeding up work, too...
It's Durga Puja; the city would soon array itself into a bride!
Every year, I'd fret.....
"Will they finish things before Saptami?" I pestered mom a thousand times..
XXX
No longer.. What awed me into ecstasy once, now benumbs me into silence....At best, those edifices barricade my gloom, and confine me in the darkness of it!
XXX
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
She appeared in my dreams the night before....Draped in pink and brimming with life...
It was a usual evening....and I was relieved awfully to see her home....like I had always been...
Being late from work was one of mumma's old habits that she didn't quite mend....I'd fret always, believing she must have died in some accident...and that I'd have to shift to "His" place, therefore.....this fear was such monumental, people sometimes suggested I saw the councillor....
But when mumma was home, I'd be back to my cheerful self....of-course, only after having fought with her and shouted at her..
I quarrel with her this time, too....in the dream... where she dazzles in pink...
"This isn't done.....Do you have any idea how I had been.....ever cared to know? and don't give those excuses.....it's 23 years of them now..."
"And where exactly had you been to.....what so important?"
"Well....well....I just went for a break....on a spiritual voyage kind of....don't you recall.....how frail I had become? And now look, I'm so agile and gay ....and replete with energy, too!" she explains.
I look at her.. Keenly...she's right....the dress, and the elan with which she wears it.... her calm face and the radiance that emits from it- all are testimony she merited the break..
I nudge approvingly: "Bhaalo Laagchho (Looking pretty)"
but before she could beam a smile, memory whispers truth to my mind..
"You were dead....Yes, you were dead....We cremated you....How...How on earth is this possible..."
"Was all that a dream....a horrid dream, that thankfully now has passed?"
"No...not a dream...we have had the Shraddha, too.....people were there....I was there....all my friends were there, too."
"Mumma, how have you come back, how on earth?"
"And what do we do now....Oh....it's all mercy of the Goddess...she's being kind to me....thanks Goddess, thanks....But, mumma, what would we explain to people...what would we tell them?"
She stops me.....and holds my face gently between her hands: "Fear not." "When I'm around, you needn't do anything... I'm here to settle your worries."
I hold her hands, too....but, perhaps unwilling to believe, I craft a plan: Yes, we needn't worry....How on earth can anybody prove you were cremated....the pictures, the cards, the videos, the death certificate- everything is with us...And I'd destroy them all...."
"And, live happily ever after..............like in Grimm brothers......"
It's a rainbow of smiles in the moonlit night!
XXX
I'm awakened by my brother, who has come to tell me how mumma had appeared in his dreams...
XXX
I tell him I saw her, too......the same night....around the same time (before daybreak...!)
XXX
Was mumma telling me that she's fine.....and has recouped from all illness?
The glow in her face justified she is!
XXX
It was a usual evening....and I was relieved awfully to see her home....like I had always been...
Being late from work was one of mumma's old habits that she didn't quite mend....I'd fret always, believing she must have died in some accident...and that I'd have to shift to "His" place, therefore.....this fear was such monumental, people sometimes suggested I saw the councillor....
But when mumma was home, I'd be back to my cheerful self....of-course, only after having fought with her and shouted at her..
I quarrel with her this time, too....in the dream... where she dazzles in pink...
"This isn't done.....Do you have any idea how I had been.....ever cared to know? and don't give those excuses.....it's 23 years of them now..."
"And where exactly had you been to.....what so important?"
"Well....well....I just went for a break....on a spiritual voyage kind of....don't you recall.....how frail I had become? And now look, I'm so agile and gay ....and replete with energy, too!" she explains.
I look at her.. Keenly...she's right....the dress, and the elan with which she wears it.... her calm face and the radiance that emits from it- all are testimony she merited the break..
I nudge approvingly: "Bhaalo Laagchho (Looking pretty)"
but before she could beam a smile, memory whispers truth to my mind..
"You were dead....Yes, you were dead....We cremated you....How...How on earth is this possible..."
"Was all that a dream....a horrid dream, that thankfully now has passed?"
"No...not a dream...we have had the Shraddha, too.....people were there....I was there....all my friends were there, too."
"Mumma, how have you come back, how on earth?"
"And what do we do now....Oh....it's all mercy of the Goddess...she's being kind to me....thanks Goddess, thanks....But, mumma, what would we explain to people...what would we tell them?"
She stops me.....and holds my face gently between her hands: "Fear not." "When I'm around, you needn't do anything... I'm here to settle your worries."
I hold her hands, too....but, perhaps unwilling to believe, I craft a plan: Yes, we needn't worry....How on earth can anybody prove you were cremated....the pictures, the cards, the videos, the death certificate- everything is with us...And I'd destroy them all...."
"And, live happily ever after..............like in Grimm brothers......"
It's a rainbow of smiles in the moonlit night!
XXX
I'm awakened by my brother, who has come to tell me how mumma had appeared in his dreams...
XXX
I tell him I saw her, too......the same night....around the same time (before daybreak...!)
XXX
Was mumma telling me that she's fine.....and has recouped from all illness?
The glow in her face justified she is!
XXX
Monday, October 4, 2010
4th September and 4th October.....so close and so different!
One steeped with hope; the other sterile in silence............
XXX
It's still fresh in my mind....the moments, the outing, the repartees.....
XXX
Last month, I hurriedly returned home this day from St Michael's... where I had gone to see Fr Peter and share the delightful news of my job!
Mom was adorning herself as I came....She had to look good: a customary obligation I'd impose on her....whenever we moved out together!
I quickly had a shower, and wore a brick colored shirt with patterns of "checks.." ....and teamed that with green jeans...
In 15 minutes we were Patna Market...the city's shopping heritage was aglow like some constellation of stars...It was first the store at the entrance....the helper unfurled a rich collection of salwar kameez....all abounding in colour and made brighter with embroidery...She chose and she rejected....dozens...
And before we came back to the same shop and bought the same suit that had captured her imagination first, we had had good few rounds of the market....both of us swaying with the weight of our bags!
XXX
She wanted to go Shubhraj, the popular Dosa haunt.. An annoyed me pointed at the watch and persuaded she left for home.... (Had I not objected, I could have had my last Dosa with her.....in that same place, where she'd carry me as a baby.... and I'd spill water each time, leaving her embarrassed)
XXX
At around 9:30 PM, she prepared some cream with powdered milk and stuffed that between pairs of Marie biscuits....her favourite snack...I gulped a couple of them too!
Who would have known fate would envenom the joy soon?
XXX
Thanks Goddess.....they don't want us to vacate our place....They are ready to renew the lease...
XXX
Thanks Goddess, thanx...
XXX
But why Goddess?
Why this immense gloom.....unwavering gloom.....Is this your reward for unwavering faith?
XXX
I see my compeers mocking the Ayodhya verdict......they speak the language of non-believers.... and far from being happy, they question if Rama ever existed...On Facebook!
Doesn't this count, then, that I believed always....that indeed your husband had came to this mortal world and salvaged us of our sins in "Treta Yuga?"
Doesn't this count, Goddess?
XXX
One steeped with hope; the other sterile in silence............
XXX
It's still fresh in my mind....the moments, the outing, the repartees.....
XXX
Last month, I hurriedly returned home this day from St Michael's... where I had gone to see Fr Peter and share the delightful news of my job!
Mom was adorning herself as I came....She had to look good: a customary obligation I'd impose on her....whenever we moved out together!
I quickly had a shower, and wore a brick colored shirt with patterns of "checks.." ....and teamed that with green jeans...
In 15 minutes we were Patna Market...the city's shopping heritage was aglow like some constellation of stars...It was first the store at the entrance....the helper unfurled a rich collection of salwar kameez....all abounding in colour and made brighter with embroidery...She chose and she rejected....dozens...
And before we came back to the same shop and bought the same suit that had captured her imagination first, we had had good few rounds of the market....both of us swaying with the weight of our bags!
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She wanted to go Shubhraj, the popular Dosa haunt.. An annoyed me pointed at the watch and persuaded she left for home.... (Had I not objected, I could have had my last Dosa with her.....in that same place, where she'd carry me as a baby.... and I'd spill water each time, leaving her embarrassed)
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At around 9:30 PM, she prepared some cream with powdered milk and stuffed that between pairs of Marie biscuits....her favourite snack...I gulped a couple of them too!
Who would have known fate would envenom the joy soon?
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Thanks Goddess.....they don't want us to vacate our place....They are ready to renew the lease...
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Thanks Goddess, thanx...
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But why Goddess?
Why this immense gloom.....unwavering gloom.....Is this your reward for unwavering faith?
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I see my compeers mocking the Ayodhya verdict......they speak the language of non-believers.... and far from being happy, they question if Rama ever existed...On Facebook!
Doesn't this count, then, that I believed always....that indeed your husband had came to this mortal world and salvaged us of our sins in "Treta Yuga?"
Doesn't this count, Goddess?
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