Memoirs......

As I sit by the window on this hot summer afternoon, I take the privilege of journeying down the memory lane into the boulevard of my childhood.The hustle bustle of the doctors and nurses around me didn’t matter at all as I sunk into the whirlpool of memories. The array of bouquets reminded me of the lovely garden we had at my mama’s place.  Summer vacation meant a visit to Mama’s place, my maternal uncle’s home. We had a lavish widespread garden accentuated with innumerable trees and bushes. All carefully planted and looked after by my grandfather. Summer afternoons were the noisiest part of the day when the cacophony of our gang of cousins almost brought the roof down ! I remember one such instance when we were playing near a well in our garden and the ball went spiraling down into it . Immediately , I , the bravest of all volunteered to bring it up with the help of the pail used to fetch water from within the well. While trying to ensure that the floating ball fitted into the bucket, I bent a little too much and almost toppled over ! My feet were almost dangling in the air while desperately I tried to maneuver the ball , ( which by the way was playing truant and kept irritating me by constantly floating away into all other directions except into the bucket! ) Suddenly I felt a pair of hands grasping me tightly around my hip and pulling me back quickly. I still remember the ashen face of my grandmother as she saved me from a fatal accident ! The sudden pull at my arms jerked me back to the present when I found myself clasping the fingers of the same person ! I looked up to see the same colorless face again , but this time due to prolonged illness. Her eyes were shut tight , but there was a faint smile on her lips. Gently I stroked her snow white hair while tears filled my eyes . My darling grand mom ‘s voice echoed in my ears . Those nights when the entire neighborhood plunged into darkness due to power cuts, we huddled around her in the light of the lamp to get mesmerized by her stories . She inculcated values like honesty, kindness, forgiveness so intricately through her stories. Those magical nights haunt me time and again . “ Time to go miss, the visiting hours are over ,” the nurse chirped in. With a sigh I planted a light kiss on my grand mom’s forehead and wheeled my chair out of the room.

Just a thought ......

It’s always an exuberant feeling when our dreams, no matter however small, is accomplished. It gives such a wonderful feeling of accomplishment and contentment. Likewise when we chance to meet failure, we tend to feel disappointed, hopeless. I have come across such experiences many a time in the course of life. Dealt with the utter feeling of hopelessness and even concluded that my life has no direction, is meaningless. Yet, I have tagged along, pursued those unaccomplished tasks. Yes at times due to my constant endeavors, collided with success but at times fell flat on the face and bit dust. Inspiration comes from unexpected quarters at times and leaves me amazed. Just yesterday was watching a film and the storyline left behind an indelible impression on my mind. No matter how much or how many hindrances clutter the path, but one must never give hope and continue to pursue one’s passion. The support of family, husband is of paramount importance and even the smallest of gestures can ignite the mind with inspiration. Success always comes with hard work and perseverance. Due to the routine existence at times one tends to ignore ones passion and drifts to some other direction. That’s the time when the soul feels lost, directionless. Guidance at such a time comes as a blessing of an angel. The haze enveloping the puzzled mind gets lifted up towards a clearer path that leads to the aspired goal. As a child I loved to weave my imagination into black and white and kept scribbling on paper. With the passage of time the passion faded into the daily hullabaloo of studies, competition, career,  …… It was   during one of the journeys of the mind into the lost world that I was guided towards the passion of my childhood by none other than my mom. She reminded me of the time when I used to write down whatever came to my mind and asked me why had I stopped? Obviously I had no proper answer for this. It led me to think and begin the journey into the world of words again!

Just a thought that struck my mind while watching the movie, hence wanted to pen it down.

Black/ Red

Life sunk into a black dot,

Permeated dreams, wars left unfought,

 Cancerous cells made their way,

Here, there, everywhere,

 Pain became best friend,

Promised to hover till the end,

Moments slipped through the fingers,

 Uncontrolled, rapid, continuous,

 Mundane, routine became experiences,

Only a month's existence,

Marked in red, the calendar date,

 Metamorphosed the end,

 Inevitable, yet controllable,

Every hour, every minute, every second,

Mattered from that moment,

Black dot catapulted into red,

 Determined to live every second instead,

 Leave behind a trail of cognizance,

Memories, remembrance,

 Archived with love,

In the hearts of the loved,

 Come what may, even unbearable pain!

 For the heart prefers not just to get wet,

But dance in the rain!