The moment I wake up

The moment I wake up after a night sleep…it starts my day …mostly the sun is never there…but there’s a mild light in my room. My house is adjacent to highway …very rarely there’s silence…still I chant sanskrit mantra Karagre Vasati Laxmi which been taught to me since I learnt to speak….since when I was born I had the habit of sleeping at 6pm and getting up at 5am or 6am so.

The first thing I do when I get up from is wash my face with water and drink a little cold water . Standing in the window and enjoying the fresh morning breeze on my face is one of my favourite things. The sounds of vehicles passing by never stops …very rarely chirping of a sparrow is heard…when the highway is silent. The city is still to wake up.

The next thing that comes to my mind is performing a little bit of yoga for 10-15 min with mild classical music. I get tempted to have coffee or tea and yes I prepare coffee or tea myself. Mom saves a cup of yesterday’s milk for that. I come walking to window enjoying the fresh morning breeze sipping tea or coffee.

My mother and I have spotted some flower trees in my neighbourhood and I like to visit these trees for flowers …mostly what I collect is yellow or red hibiscus …jasmine and roses. But my mother compels me to have a bath if I go to collect flowers for morning prayer. After collecting flowers the task assigned to me to bring milk bag..the grocer just smiles a bit looking at me and without saying a word and gives me the milk bag of one litre.

I either jog on the huge gliding centre in front of my house building or I do cycling. I love to see twilight sky with reddish blue shades inhaling the fresh morning air. By the time I reach home morning breakfast is ready for me. Graduation engineering exams are just over. Atlast a little break from studies after 22 years. Got selected in campus interview too but joining is in the month of February. Till then a little break..mother feels I should concentrate a little bit on cooking and I religiously help her. It will take a bit of time to enter the new phase of my life. Again there’s going to new world and new people in it. I feel I should try for Gate exam too. I may continue with my post graduation too..but it will be as per things that are going to favour me.

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Religious moments

When I went out, the weather was crisp. It would definitely rain in the evening. I drove to the temple. After the puja, it started raining. The rain cleaned the idols decorating the gopuram. The raindrops fell on the stone slabs covering the ground like crackers. They slided down the tall brass tower like boats sliding down a water slide.

The brass leaves on the brass tower trembled. The raindrops fell like garland of pearls from the tip of the brass leaves. Oh, wait! I’ll collect them! The temple was purified.
I sat watching the rain. In the yard, the trees touched the ground due to the weight of the raindrops. The rain smudged the rangoli drawn from rice flour, kumkum, and turmeric. It flowed like a colorful river with flowers floating on it; a vase with flowers and floating candles! Sensuous!

The jingling of anklets on feet of kids and women! The hymns of bangles on the round hands of women! The sound of rain on the fibre shelter was like beating of drums. The murmuring of devotees was like mantras. So beautiful!

After an hour or so, the rain stopped. I drove back with a calm and peaceful mind. Was the drizzle cleansing me off my thoughts, actions, and deeds? I felt nice and fresh. Rain on me, more!
I’m awfully hungry. Can anyone prepare coffee for me?

When you come 

Come unannounced sometimes 

When you are like free rhymes,

That comes creeping anytime. 
Come and remind me of my existence 

Call me by my name with persistence 

Flying like a broken kite in daylight 

Bring in smiling happiness bright.


Come like a bird on my balcony,

Chirps in dawn with sweet melody

Like the cold breeze kisses my cheek

When I feel exhausted and weak.


Come like the fragrance of petals 

Crossing through meshes of metals

Drown me in your tender presence 

I long for those liberated moments. 
Come like a child without inhibition 

Who comes to play pranks forbidden 

I need playful gestures of innocence 

When nothing matters but sensations.
Come with the gift of your vacant mind

Stealing some mischief of sunshine

Under the tree our hearts will swing

We will fly together on unseen wings.
Come to spend the day at leisure 

When our company is the only pleasure

Don’t bring a watch for time to measure 

Meeting an old friend 

This afternoon, I was reading a book when I heard two knocks on my window.

Two knocks, just like old times.

Two knocks, just like that of a friend of mine.

Two knocks, just to assure me that everything is going to be fine.

I rushed to the window and I opened it. An old friend was waiting there; waiting to hug me.

And I stood there, feeling the winds on my face, hearing the sweet whispers of what I had missed.

I stood there, waiting for the thunder to roar, feeling my calm in the storm.

I stood there, watching the lightening rip the sky apart, watching beauty form from a silver, jagged line.

I stood there, feeling the raindrops cleanse me, making me realise what I still love the most.

I stood there, meeting my oldest, best friend.

Two knocks was all it took and the rains had found me again.

She decided to die

Its about my long time friend who tried to end her life two days back due to exams tensions that she may not score well 

☆☆☆☆☆
 
I remember her from a long time
The girl with twinkle in her eyes
Chubby cheeks, round face
And a smile in her lips that never dies
 
Always with a gang of girls
Her never ending babbling
Someone you’ll never find alone
And sans her laughing
 
Always crazy and always carefree
Someone,who can never stop talking
A little naughty, a little witty
Who would hop a little, jump a little just for nothing
 
Then something went wrong
That changed her drastically
And she went inside her cocoon
Slowly, silently and surely
 
Without disturbing even the dew drop
She closed all her doors
And decided to be completely on her own
Unmoved like stone
 
I still remember the girl
With twinkle in her eyes
Who had decided to go away
Without even a single good bye
 
No bird could hear
Her silent cry
When without letting anyone know
She had decided to die.
 
No note, not even a word
To leave behind
So sulky on life that
You didn’t even tell the reason why.
 
So many still love you
You didn’t even consider
Your near and dear ones too
You decided not to bother.
 
I still remember her
The girl with twinkle in her eyes
Unmoved, who closed all her doors
And finally decided to die.

Lost

I feel that 

I am lost 

In a crowd of known people 
Every one knows me

But no one 

Interacts with me 

People just pass by

Like vehicles moving on road 
Many times 

I feel 

Have I done something wrong 
Many times 

I feel 

Did I hurt someone unknowingly 
It’s very a very bad feeling 

Can’t be expressed in words 

SOLACE IN BLOGGING 

SOLACE IN BLOGGING

 

It’s another World, completely my own

To live just the way I feel

To read of my choice

To skip as I want

To comment if I feel

And leave no trail if that’s what I wish

 

There’s nobody to detect you

There’s nobody to direct you

If something you find bitter to taste

Just log out of it

Forget the blog and bloggers

And you’re back with no scars

 

Your post might not get featured

Views may be less than expected

Comments may not be coming

But you have all the choices

To swap between real and virtual

After all, life doesn’t end in blogging.

 

It opens new windows

Of knowledge, emotions and intoxications

To interact with people

Through their heart and mind

Where no physical aspect matters

No age, no place, no identity, no bar.

 

 

The best part of blogging, for me

It gives me solace

From my self imposed punishment

The dreaded silence

When words are all that matters

That I can forget all my pains & sufferings

I can overlook the “real me”.

PLEASANT SURPRISE

Here’s  a pleasant surprise for you

How would you feel to know that I was present at your marriage ceremony even though we didn’t knew each other.

It was in the month of May 2015. For first time I had come to Shanti Nagar…where my father’s friend Rakesh Soni once lived. Now he has shifted to Pune.I hate the humid and hot climate of Mumbai in summers as I literally get drenched in sweat.

I had just come to the venue thinking it was a temple of Lord Ram and Godess Sita.But it was a temple of Saint Sitaram. At the same time there was a marriage ceremony going on.I felt the presence of someone very close to me.

Curiosity pulled  me towards the marriage pandal even though I was an uninvited person by both the parties.The feeling of someone close to me became stronger and stronger. 

I stopped. I saw you dressed in red transparent saree and blue blouse standing alongwith your sister.

I realised this just 3-4 days ago when I saw the photo your sister in one of your posts .She is an unique person and can be identified easily.

Your spouse wore a dark red sherwani.The remarkable thing was he hadn’t shaved yet he looked very handsome. The stage bore his name S—–H and yours written in yellow colour.

I could sense the feeling of happiness and satisfaction on your face getting married to a person whom you like most and at the same time a feeling of sadness for leaving behind your family… the persons whom you love the most.

I felt like I should walk upto the stage and  talk with you but since we were unknown to each other ..also I was a stranger and uninvited guest …somehow I controlled myself and walked away.

Yet happy to be a part of most important day of your life.

What is Friendship to you? 

It is waking up and wanting to be there for a friend who is stressed about work even when you are half the world away from each other. 

It is mid-night calls and early morning texts when you feel lonely and down.

It is the “Hi. Are you feeling better today?” text that you wake up to.  

It is putting aside your grad school work to listen to how your best friend’s day went.

It is love.It is accepting each other for exactly who we are and loving each other nevertheless.

It is confiding in someone knowing you aren’t going to be judged.

It is intellectually stimulating conversation about things you both feel passionately about.

It is laughing at the lamest of jokes no matter how stupid they are.

It is giving your best friend her space to make mistakes and learn from them,although you want to protect her from pain.

It is the good ol’ conversation about men.It is putting sense into each other when either overthinks.

It is respect. It is appreciation. It is being grateful that you have each other.

Friendship is showing up and being there, when you have million other things you can be doing. 

It is a choice.

What is Friendship to you?

What you mean to me 

One more of my writes dedicated to the person whom I first followed on wordpress it’s you dear Asha

♡♡♡♡
Who are you?
Despite being a writer, I’ve never written about you. So, today, I decided to give this a shot and give words to what I feel for you.
I think of what you mean to me. Are you just my love or my best friend too? 

Aren’t you the one who I owe most of my smiles to? Or the one from whom my tears don’t shy away?

 Are you not the one who pushes me to my best? Or the one who makes me not want to quit?
Every time I try to write about you, these questions don’t let me. I fall short of words while answering these. But, today I have an answer. An answer that’s probably meagre of what you are to me.

You are my sunshine.
No, not just the one that lights up my life.
You are the winter sunshine. The sunshine that warms me when the winter chill breaks through my window panes. 

You’re the sunshine that catches hold of my hand and takes me out to the nature’s beauty. The one that gives me solace.
My sunshine. My serendipity. That’s what you are.