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Daily Prompts: Heart to heart with my mother

15 Dec

Write a letter to your mom. Tell her something you’ve always wanted to say, but haven’t been able to.

I don't own the image. It's from Google Images

I don’t own the image. It’s from Google Images

Dear Maa,
As we’re quite close, writing to you was never craved for. I don’t think I was ever inadequate in telling you how much you mean to me, and nor do I think I ever told you enough. Once again, you mean the world to me mumma.

If I had to tell you one thing, I always wanted to but never could then that would be about me. About my personality, About the way I have transformed from my experiences and about the way I’ve become the the kind of girl you never planned on raising. No, I don’t do drugs or drink or smoke or slut around. I am not anorexic or bulimic and I’m not in any kind of trouble. I’m just a normal girl who is a loved daughter, sister and friend. It’s just that I’m not developing my personality as per the norms you had set for me. For example, I’m not as religious as you’re ’cause I believe in trying to be a good person more than trying to pray more. That doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God. I thank him everyday (afterall he gave me my mother 😉 ). But maa,  I can’t be as religious as you. Sorry to disappoint you!

Another likely example is the way I look at life. I have seen the way you’ve lived and I don’t want to have the same regrets as you (I want to make my own mistakes 😉 ). So, I want to travel a lot, read and do all I love even if that means having some bad experiences on the way. I can’t live as per the rules of society, I want to make my own! Yes, I know it sounds rebellious. But whatever I do, I want you to be along and have faith in me!

And lastly, the question of marriage! I am well aware you want to pick up a guy for me  (which mother doesn’t 😉 ) and want me to think he’s the one and get married. But that is not so convincing. I don’t oppose you picking up someone for me, but I seriously can’t think of spending my life with him unless I fall in love with him. I am not very choosy or demanding, so that can not be tough. His thoughts and psychology on life has to resonate with me, that’s all I want! We never get into the enough comfort zone to explain you all this. But hope you’d understand.

Mom, your daughter is and would always be you daughter but she’s also a whole different person now and she wants to have some liberty being that. I’m sure you must be knowing almost everything I’ve written above, only that I can’t tell these to your face or probably never could. Hope you’re not saddened that I’m not your dream daughter!

Love you more than anyone or anything else,
Your daughter

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Daily Prompts: The first person I fell in love with at first sight

8 Dec

Daily Prompt: Childhood Revisited

What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail, and tell us why you think that experience was the one to stick with you.

I had been wanting to do a daily prompt since long but never had enough time to justify it. But when I saw this prompt, I couldn’t just help myself. It has always been close to my heart.

The earliest memory? If I start delving into the intricateness of my hippocampus, I might come up with something else but the most vivid incidence I can reminisce is this one. I had just turned four. We were at my maternal grandparents’. All I did whole day was play and have fun with all my cousins and aunts. My mother had been almost forgotten by her only daughter. The same mother without whom I couldn’t spend a single moment didn’t even know if I was even home. But that dusky evening when a man-pulled rickshaw stopped at the front door and my mother climbed it, I latched on to her leg. My beautiful mother, my exquisite, flawless mother with her deep almond shaped eyes and her perfect rosy lips coaxed me. Aah she knew how to cajole me! She promised to be back by the time I finished my dinner and left. I was lost in my world again. Time passed and I started missing her. So, I finished my dinner. And I waited. Then, I waited desperately and then I cried. And then I yelped and nothing could help me. For some time everyone tried to win me over but then they all got busy. Of course! They had to. My mom was in labour. But who could explain it to me. I just wanted her. To hell with anything else! So, I was abandoned. I remember being alone in a dark room, face on bed. My teared face with dry skin sunk into a pillow. A pillow that muffled all my shrieks. My legs hung down from the bed. I felt I had lost my mother forever. I even wondered if she’d been kidnapped away. And then the phone rang! My aunt picked it up and hung it back in 30 seconds screaming out in joy!

“It’s a boy!”

I was searched for, cleaned and dressed up. “We are going to see your mother.” And I have never been happier (including when I kissed my boyfriend for the first time). My aunt gave me a glass full of milk to drink. I sipped and threw up in my mouth. “As soon as you finish it, we’re leaving to see your mother”. And it was down my throat in seconds. Next thing I remember I was walking into my mother’s room in hospital. She was stuporous but she kissed me and smiled. Nobody paid attention to her. Everybody was crowding a small crib in one corner of the room. I was called and I remember seeing him for the first time. My baby brother. The first person that is my love at first sight. The first person that made me feel big and strong. The first person that I could do anything for. He was small and tied up in all white. His skin wrinkled. His face congested. His eyes shut tight. The cutest, most little baby I had ever seen. My baby brother!

P.S. I don’t think there’s any reason to tell why this memory sticks to my heart. 🙂

Big Lessons in tiny pleasures: Part 3

8 Sep

You are still alive in our hearts baby!

Foreword: I am a huge dog person. So, in the post ahead if I narrow down my opinion to the best creatures of this world, which would be dogs, then I expect a lenience in your criticism. Also, this post is dedicated to my beloved pet dog Sheru. Darling, may you rest in peace.

I do not recall a child who hasn’t wanted or had a pet. A pet is like the best better half you can have. A pet is like a kid that can be trained. A pet is a living soft toy (pardon my metaphorisation of pet with a dog).

These are the lessons that I’ve learnt from all my pets I’ve ever had which include Michael, Lucy, Suzy, Tiger and Sheru. You sweethearts have had a big impact on my life!

  1. Loyalty: The first and most important lesson I believe every pet teaches is being faithful. Dogs are renowned for it, but I’ve had a heart-warming experience with my Granpa’s  parrot, dad’s pigeon and cousin’s monkey. The monkey’s name was donut and it died within 3 days of my cousin’s fatal accident.
  2. Concentration: It’s a small observation that every animal has an extreme level of concentration. This may be a result of the fact that they do not have to worry about their looks or career or crush. Whatever be the reason but it’s worth learning that everypet has a hell lot of concentration and learns extremely fast.
  3. Aggression: Have you ever had an encounter with an angry bird? Do you believe teasing a monkey is harmless? It’s in your benefit that you reply to both the questions as a big NO!
    You annoy an animal in the matters that are important to it and beware it can do anything!
    So, if it’s important to you, fight for it.
  4. Simplicity: My favourite quote of all times is “HANDLE STRESS LIKE A DOG. IF YOU CAN’T EAT IT OR PLAY WITH IT, PEE ON IT AND WALK AWAY.” Similarly, if you can do something about a problem then do it. Otherwise bury it.
  5. Stand for your fellows: My granny used to say, “A pig when in trouble, finds other pigs around for help which makes us believe humans are even worse!”
    Isn’t that true? Why is standing up for others so much insignificant to us?

Pets are a blessing from the heaven above. If you’ve never had one, go for it! Even if it’s as small as a goldfish. You’ll learn a lot and definitely evolve!

P.S. I know metaphorisation is not a word!
😉

You, me and love

25 Jul

As i was wandering through different folders in my laptop, i found the following. It’s a poem i wrote almost 11 months ago, when i was head over heels in love with this guy. Not even close to someone who can write a poem, but i still scribble. Reading this poem once again, everything came flooding back. The togetherness, the faith, the moments, the kisses, the hugs, the yearning, the naughty games, the suppressed laughters, the hang outs, the nick names, the ususals, the unususals, the promises, the dreams and then the SHATTERING! Anyways, i wanted to share this one with my fellow bloggers, the only society i have for now. Therefore, here it is:

You, me & People

People tell me that you are not as I think

They say you are all black with just a shell of pink

According to them I should not trust you as I do

Coz you are not what you are supposed to

They keep telling your love for me is a trap

It’s ugly inside and what I see is just a wrap

They want me to believe you are different behind my back

And when it will be exposed, my heart would crack

In short they want me to get away from you

Or else one day truth will cut right through

Me? Oh! I never reply to what they say

Not that I don’t have words that weigh

Just that it does not matter to me

I am happy with what I see

It’s my love and I am to decide

And your love is where I confide

I do not deny I may get hurt

But what’s the point enjoying rain fearing dirt

I am myself with you, nothing to pretend

You bring me peace, in my soul you blend

Let them say for its theirs to find wrong

For me your love is a true song

If u hurt me ever it can be taken

But without a reason my faith can’t be shaken

Don’t you feel pressure to prove your love

Be yourself that’s the most I love.

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Big Lessons in Tiny Pleasures: Part 1

8 Jul

Big Lessons in Tiny Pleasures: Part 1

I am a Tea drinker, Tea Admirer, Tea Lover, Tea Connoisseur & Tea Fanatic.
I want tea to wake me up in the morning. I need tea as a break from studies. I need tea to share a soulful conversation with someone. I need tea with snacks. I just NEED tea.
So, Its 3.00 am. Am still not very awake and freshening mouthwash couldn’t wake me up either. What could? A cup of Tea, just the way I like it!
As it boiled and pigmented, I observed it and realised it was trying to say something. I listened and now am sharing with you.

1. Every success is achieved in steps.
As I start making tea with just plain water, I realise a good cup of tea should be made by boiling tea to its most then adding milk and then a flavour of your choice. It doesn’t work the other way around. You can’t just add all the ingredients, bring it to a boil and pour. That sure will make a tea but not THE TEA.

2.Have patience.
If you raise the flame and bring it to a boil in like 1min and get it over with, believe me it will BE OVER. Let it boil on the lowest flame for some time. Only then will you get the aroma and the flavour.

3. Toil & Boil Hard.
A good cup of tea is the one that has boiled hard enough to fill the kitchen with its aroma.
So, if you want that perfect cup, then let it boil.

4. Add Your touch.
Whatever you do, do it your way. I add a pinch of cinnamon. My Dad replaces jaggery for sugar. Mom prefers gingered tea. Granny loves it minty. And My uncle wants it with lemon sans milk. So, If you want it to be called yours, make it yours.

5. Practice is inevitable.
I remember having made and spoiled tea innumerable times before I could actually make it with my eyes closed. So if you want to be good at something, Practise it!

Aaah! Its ready. My elixir. My milk tea with a hint of cinnamon. Just the way I like it!
P.S.: The picture is not mine. I Image googled milk tea. 😛

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