Thoughts#6

Sometimes ,while communicating, it may happen that your words may go wrong.

But a true friend understands it perfectly.

Its because a strong sense of understanding has developed between these true friends.

Many a times I drafted grammatically wrong words in the comments of my friend’s post.

But my friend has understood my feelings correctly.

Dawn of Independence Day

Its a day to remember those martyrs who lost thier lives fighting for the freedom of our nation.

Its a day to remember those who lost thier lives for protecting us against external unwanted forces who raided our nation

Its a day to remember those who are guarding the boundries of our nation for our security keeping us safe and sound.

Its a day to feel proud of the girls  who chose to be a part of defence services leaving thier family instead of becoming happy housewives.I too wish becoming a part of it and serve my nation.

Happy dawn of the Independence Day.

In my Mother’s Womb

Image courtsey GE Healthcare

I loved the mild dim soothing light inside your womb

It was just as I had been transfered from one heaven to another

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I was all alone and you was my only world

Hiding and protecting me from this this dangerous outside world

You seemed to be troubled when I trembled with loud voices of vehicle horns and firecrackers

The sound of your heart was really a sweet melody

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Little me depending on your every heartbeat to be alive

Both of us had a very delicate connection

It was your umbilical cord that intertwined around me like a creeper

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My lips give a sweet smile when you talk to me.

Caressing your abdomen with love.

My ears desperately longed for your voice to hear.

I can tell how much care you took of yourself just to care me.

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Its so difficult to describe the intensity of pains you beared just to keep me alive.

Its so difficult to describe your state of vunerabilty and pain you took while giving birth to me.

You done all this, just for my survival!!!

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Those 9 months which I spent in your womb won’t be back again

So!!! its impossible for me to live whitout you…ohh my dearest sweet Mother…ohh my dearest sweet Mother!!!


Dedicated to every woman who is a mother or will be a mother 

Cute little stray puppy

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Yesterday a cute stray puppy followed me on way to college

It was hard for me to acknowledge

The puppy was so cute with a mixture of white and brown

With a brown patches on its eyes too

Wondered where its mother was?

I had a strong desire to pick it up in my arms 

Infront of my face 

And give a loveable stare in its eyes

I did
Its touch felt so warm and soft like a eiderdown

Hope it could speak with me

I rubbed my nose with its nose.

It responded by licking my nose

With its icy cold tongue

Just then I heard the bark of grown up dog

Yes !!! it was the mother dog

Searching her puppy.

Maybe it was the puppy’s feeding time

It was also getting late for college.

I had to go

 I kept the puppy on the ground and walked away

I walked a little and looked back

I could feel their expression of love for me in their eyes

Moonlight Bath

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With sandalwood smeared on my face.

Waiting for the moon

 To give me a boon

It gives me delight as I  slide the curtain of my room window 

To bath in a Silvery Moon Light

The Moon is like my mother’s dear brother.

On seeing me he showers his Silvery Moon light on me followed by cold night air kissing my face allover.

The night blooming Jasmine is my lovely companion bathing in moonlight too.

 Its intoxicating fragarance stirring up the feelings of love.

Melodious chirping of crickets singing songs of love and beauty of night.

With open eyes I dream of a White Knight with wings appearing in sky coming towards me.

He takes me for a heavenly ride.

Suddenly I feel a warm hand on shoulder.

My dream is shattered 

Its my mother persuading me to sleep

Thoughts #4 

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​When we complain, our energy and clarity reduce and our unhappiness increases.

 Remember, our heart is at ease knowing that what was meant for us will never miss us and that what misses us was never meant for us. 

Someone who complains regularly expects the world to make them happy and the world to dance to their music. It does not happen.Life is too valuable to be wasted by being negative, unhappy and moody.

thoughts#5

​Difference between an obstacle and an opportunity? 

Our attitude and the way we look at it

Every opportunity has a difficulty.

Every difficulty has an opportunity……………..

Dying friendship

Why is it that friendship seems to be exciting and amazing at its start?

Why is it that gradually as time progresses friends turn thier faces from me?

 Me being too good with them.

Whats my fault?

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Why is it that friend never respond to me quickly as time progresses? 

I still continue to contact my friend?

 Whats my fault?

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Why is that friends forget me quickly as time progresses? 

Yet I  remember them every day? 

Whats my fault? 

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Why is it that a friend doesnt smile back at me ?

when she/he sees me smiling at her/him

Whats my fault? 

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Why is it that  friends forget me thier good times?

 Even when I help them  in thier bad times whitout being called by them?

 Whats my fault?

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Why is it that friends call me are boring person?

 When I make them happy always

Whats my fault?
Still finding answers and a good friend.

School memories of 15 th August

Still these memories bring me a lots of nostalgia.Its very difficult to forget it.

I still remember the practice sessions taken 4-5 days before the Independence day after the school , be it a patriotic song or dance or a anchoring speech.

Patriotic songs, we used to take a print from internet write in our own handwriting ,get it corrected and learn it byheart. In the 7th grade we sung “Ab Tumhare Hawale Watan Sathiyon”. It means after our Patriotic death the Nation is safe in your custody my dear country citizens.

Afterwards it was the tough part of singing altogether as one. It was a very difficult task for the teacher to get it done and then getting it finally approved by Father(Principal).

In this way 2-3 groups were formed and the best was choosen.

Same procedure was followed for the dance groups too.Folk dance of the Kolis.

“Aga Pori Sambhal Daryala Tufan Aaylay Bhari”

Meaning in English

Oh Dear Daughter!!! Be Careful The Ocean has become to stormy.We did this in 8th standard and got the best prize.

Anchoring the function was however a very tough part Me along with my best friend was given this assignment in 9 th grade. Half part to me and half part to my best friend Nisha. (Missing her a lot).

However we were guided by our English Teachers Mrs Audry , Mrs Joyce and Mrs Milagrine.

They guided us lot improving our accent, grammatical errors. The events bieng properly scheduled in  write up too,  starting from welcoming the chief guest to the note of thanks for the chief guest.

I was also encouraged to write  about the wonders of internet and how an ideal school student should be in the school magzine.I think it was here the seeds of a writer were sown in me and i was unaware of it.

After the programme the school staff was generous enough to give us snacks like burgers, samosas and sandwitches etc along with a cup of spicey tea.That was the best part I liked because we felt hungry after a long involvement of 3 hours.

I was also supported by presence of my parents at the school. After the programme we used to headoff directly to the hotel for lunch instead of going home straight away followed by viewing matinee movie in a theatre.

Cute little stray puppy


Yesterday a cute stray puppy followed me on way to college

It was hard for me to acknowledge

The puppy was so cute with a mixture of white and brown

With a brown patches on its eyes too

Wondered where its mother was?

I had a strong desire to pick it up in my arms 

Infront of my face 

And give a loveable stare in its eyes

I did
Its touch felt so warm and soft like a eiderdown

Hope it could speak with me

I rubbed my nose with its nose.

It responded by licking my nose

With its icy cold tongue

Just then I heard the bark of grown up dog

Yes !!! it was the mother dog

Searching her puppy.

Maybe it was the puppy’s feeding time

It was also getting late for college.

I had to go

 I kept the puppy on the ground and walked away

I walked a little and looked back

I could feel their expression of love for me in their eyes