The Iota of doubts we carry within ourselves makes us vulnerable to the society.But why do we need to give a chance to the society which itself is vulnerable to petty matters of Religion, Cast, Region, Marriage, Relations, Sports, Films, Money."Is it just me thinking of so many possiblities" .Am I living in a world with infinite potential disaters...Can I trust anybody???
Having pondered over these matter's, this person's delightful, dainty, charming face suddenly flashes to me like a meteor whizzing by , while I lay on those hand-woven beds in the muddy courtyard of my baby yet beautiful home with the sweet smell of mud from the recent rain, with a breeze making me feel like a prince, with a mind free of any chores, responsiblities and cravings..Wait , I have exceptions for cravings .Yes- Mom's curry , festive food, the challenging yet agreeable pleasant early rise on a festive day, the shower , the fragnance of Incent sticks, the soothing chants of the voice on tape which is still fresh in my mind, the prolonged devotion towards the holy one, the coma which hits us after the treat offered to the belly pushing us into hibernation in a world far from the burden of responsiblities, studies, School..Ya the School , a place we can never forget. Always brimming with boisterous friends, who as plain hearted as the snow on Himalayas, would turns into an avalanche at the slightest thought of touch , teachers whom we want to meet even when our little devils start to go to school, the PT drill where even a shot at the football brings immense hope and pleasure with lots of discussions to take home. Homeeeee...is wht I am missing a lot..Is that why I started writing this or may be something else...I don't know yet, Im lost in the pleasurable conversation with my soul in a place thrown away geographically from Home..In a place which doesnt give the luxury our half broken chairs gave at home...In a place where french fries do not appease the stomach as pickle and curry does, In a place where illness is shyed away unlike home where its embraced, In a place where ur alone even with a clutter of white skins floating around you, In a where your bewildered to reach an indisputable destination, In a place where you retreat to bed with no-one to share your day with!!!!!!!!
Yaaaaa..Now I remember why I started writing this .The person that flashed before me was Mom.......Yes, the person whom I can reckon on is indeed Mom.Mom and only Mom.
Having pondered over these matter's, this person's delightful, dainty, charming face suddenly flashes to me like a meteor whizzing by , while I lay on those hand-woven beds in the muddy courtyard of my baby yet beautiful home with the sweet smell of mud from the recent rain, with a breeze making me feel like a prince, with a mind free of any chores, responsiblities and cravings..Wait , I have exceptions for cravings .Yes- Mom's curry , festive food, the challenging yet agreeable pleasant early rise on a festive day, the shower , the fragnance of Incent sticks, the soothing chants of the voice on tape which is still fresh in my mind, the prolonged devotion towards the holy one, the coma which hits us after the treat offered to the belly pushing us into hibernation in a world far from the burden of responsiblities, studies, School..Ya the School , a place we can never forget. Always brimming with boisterous friends, who as plain hearted as the snow on Himalayas, would turns into an avalanche at the slightest thought of touch , teachers whom we want to meet even when our little devils start to go to school, the PT drill where even a shot at the football brings immense hope and pleasure with lots of discussions to take home. Homeeeee...is wht I am missing a lot..Is that why I started writing this or may be something else...I don't know yet, Im lost in the pleasurable conversation with my soul in a place thrown away geographically from Home..In a place which doesnt give the luxury our half broken chairs gave at home...In a place where french fries do not appease the stomach as pickle and curry does, In a place where illness is shyed away unlike home where its embraced, In a place where ur alone even with a clutter of white skins floating around you, In a where your bewildered to reach an indisputable destination, In a place where you retreat to bed with no-one to share your day with!!!!!!!!
Yaaaaa..Now I remember why I started writing this .The person that flashed before me was Mom.......Yes, the person whom I can reckon on is indeed Mom.Mom and only Mom.
2 comments:
All your emotions are so well described that I could see all that you wrote while reading...Awesome..Goood job
this is a very nice one dude...!!
keep it up..
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keep it coming...
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