Pitter patter, pitter patter she watched the rain fall in front of her house, ruining her little flower garden. It had been raining for 5 hours now and the water level was rising rapidly. The little petunia plants were uprooted already and were now floating aimlessly on the water puddles.
She lowered herself to protect the remaining garden from facing the same fate that was bestowed on the little petunia flowers. Wet strong wind slashing water against her face, her hair now wet with the rain water on her feet. She stood upright again and shook the water away from her hair, sprinkling it gently on the saplings around her.
She looked above waiting for the sun to shine through her hair and fall on the water puddles below, creating glitterati and drying away the access rain water.
She looked down and breathed a sigh of relief to see a part of her garden still intact. A little sparrow swirls around her, touching her softly and then sits on her shoulder.
She draws her arms closer to the bird to keep her warm from the wind. The sparrow then moves closer to her and rubs itself against her. She slowly opens her heart for the sparrow to step in and stay for the night. The hollowness of her heart was now full and she bloomed.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
The story of a game coin
JUMP..higher higher higher ....come here, no no no not that way , roll over here. Yes yes under the bookshelf, quick quick quick , before he grabs you. Ah! Finally, this is a safe place. He won’t be able to find us here .Phew! We finally managed to free ourselves from that painful life. We are now free to move around at our own wish.
You know how I detested that wretched, old tattered dusty box that boy kept us in. I swear it really isn’t any game living a life of a ludo board coin. Anyway Bluebond now our days of struggle are over. We are no longer slaves to any board game or any rolling dices.
Do you remember last Christmas time on that chilly winter evening how that kid shrieked out of joy after he won that stupid game and had almost swallowed me down his throat, had it not been for his mother to come to my rescue. Ah! Yes of course I remember that Greenwhirl. I was so petrified to see that brat almost gulp you down his throat that I almost fainted and fell from that table, and it was then that I discovered this secret place for us. This untouched, unlooked, undiscovered corner of this giant house. It is just too perfect for us over here. Away from any kind of torture Away from human eyes and touch. This is our corner, our territory and no one but only our rules are followed and obeyed here. We rule this space and any human trespasser will be prosecuted!!!
10 years later
Achoo! Oh my gosh!!! This place is so dusty and creepy with all these cobwebs and these insects crawling here and there. The other day, a mouse almost nibbled on my back. How can they ignore this part of the house?? Are they blind?? Don’t they know this area also needs to be cleaned and taken care of? I think we were better off in that battered ludo box. At least we were wanted there and made sure that we were safe and secure. Here no one even gives us a second glance. No one even misses us.... this place is no longer nice and charming as it used to be. It is now jinxed by our own words. It would have been great if we had a human soul ‘trespass’ this unseen territory!
You know how I detested that wretched, old tattered dusty box that boy kept us in. I swear it really isn’t any game living a life of a ludo board coin. Anyway Bluebond now our days of struggle are over. We are no longer slaves to any board game or any rolling dices.
Do you remember last Christmas time on that chilly winter evening how that kid shrieked out of joy after he won that stupid game and had almost swallowed me down his throat, had it not been for his mother to come to my rescue. Ah! Yes of course I remember that Greenwhirl. I was so petrified to see that brat almost gulp you down his throat that I almost fainted and fell from that table, and it was then that I discovered this secret place for us. This untouched, unlooked, undiscovered corner of this giant house. It is just too perfect for us over here. Away from any kind of torture Away from human eyes and touch. This is our corner, our territory and no one but only our rules are followed and obeyed here. We rule this space and any human trespasser will be prosecuted!!!
10 years later
Achoo! Oh my gosh!!! This place is so dusty and creepy with all these cobwebs and these insects crawling here and there. The other day, a mouse almost nibbled on my back. How can they ignore this part of the house?? Are they blind?? Don’t they know this area also needs to be cleaned and taken care of? I think we were better off in that battered ludo box. At least we were wanted there and made sure that we were safe and secure. Here no one even gives us a second glance. No one even misses us.... this place is no longer nice and charming as it used to be. It is now jinxed by our own words. It would have been great if we had a human soul ‘trespass’ this unseen territory!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Just another wall
Hey ! hey you .. yes I am talking to you Mr. Where are you looking ? look here am right in front of you . Stop! Stop whistling like that and get away from me okay. See I am warning you i have just been given this new white dress , and now don’t you dare dirty it .
Haven’t you heard of anything called a public toilet ? Can’t you use that to ease yourself ? Why is it so fascinating for you to perform this shameful act in front of me everyday ? As if this was not enough now you even have the audacity to paint my face with this blobby red liquid ? Why do you eat something like that when you can’t swallow it ?Why do you have to force me to gulp it down my throat ?
Seriously some weird species you humans are , specially the men . I actually don’t have a problem with the women . I guess they can understand my feeling , coz in all these years of my standing i haven’t had a lady perform the act of sprinkling on me . That Oscar can only go to the men !!!
But if you think I will keep quiet and just stand and subject myself to all these tortures, then you are completely wrong . I have my ways of making it even with you. How do you suppose that 13 floor building just collapsed last week ? You thought it was due to bad construction ? Ha Ha......
I hate falling on you , but there is no other way to vent my anger . You don’t really seem to bother much when I am damp with my tears or when my clothes start to tear and tatter here and there , you just patch them up , rather than getting new ones for me . After all if you so strongly believe that we have ears , then why do you miss out the fact that we have a heart too !!!
Haven’t you heard of anything called a public toilet ? Can’t you use that to ease yourself ? Why is it so fascinating for you to perform this shameful act in front of me everyday ? As if this was not enough now you even have the audacity to paint my face with this blobby red liquid ? Why do you eat something like that when you can’t swallow it ?Why do you have to force me to gulp it down my throat ?
Seriously some weird species you humans are , specially the men . I actually don’t have a problem with the women . I guess they can understand my feeling , coz in all these years of my standing i haven’t had a lady perform the act of sprinkling on me . That Oscar can only go to the men !!!
But if you think I will keep quiet and just stand and subject myself to all these tortures, then you are completely wrong . I have my ways of making it even with you. How do you suppose that 13 floor building just collapsed last week ? You thought it was due to bad construction ? Ha Ha......
I hate falling on you , but there is no other way to vent my anger . You don’t really seem to bother much when I am damp with my tears or when my clothes start to tear and tatter here and there , you just patch them up , rather than getting new ones for me . After all if you so strongly believe that we have ears , then why do you miss out the fact that we have a heart too !!!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Perfect life
Wonder if any book in this world would have the definition of a perfect life or when someone says that their life is perfect .. i wonder what do they mean by the word perfect . What do we describe as a perfect life or rather what is it that describes or makes ones life perfect ???
Is perfection off and in life be well described in the limited world of words ??? And can we actually bind the definition of a 'perfect life' to the lives of one or two ???
It is indeed a weird question and probably one of the most complex yet simple ones.
during one of my journeys across the country i happened to meet a small girl on one of the railway platforms in the most tattered clothes barely covering her little supple body. On that cold winter night as i waited on the cold platform bench for my next train almost freezing to death , this girl frolicked in front of eyes with the least hint if being braced by the winter chill.
It was a matter of time when my curiosity got over me and i called the little girl . I wanted to know her reason for happiness, or lets say i was trying to find something to be happy about myself in her happiness.
I asked her what was it that kept her so warm and happy in a weather like this and the answer that she gave me stumped me even more then i already was. She smiled and at me and with a little twinkle in her eyes replied , 'I got a little pie of half eaten chocolate from a little boy travelling and it was really nice and warm and tasty , also i got a 10 rupee note today.'
This answer of this little girl made me think that it after all may not be that difficult to find happiness and perfection in life . The main difficulty lies in realising every aspect in our life that has traces of happiness hidden in it and collecting all of them to make our life perfect !
Is perfection off and in life be well described in the limited world of words ??? And can we actually bind the definition of a 'perfect life' to the lives of one or two ???
It is indeed a weird question and probably one of the most complex yet simple ones.
during one of my journeys across the country i happened to meet a small girl on one of the railway platforms in the most tattered clothes barely covering her little supple body. On that cold winter night as i waited on the cold platform bench for my next train almost freezing to death , this girl frolicked in front of eyes with the least hint if being braced by the winter chill.
It was a matter of time when my curiosity got over me and i called the little girl . I wanted to know her reason for happiness, or lets say i was trying to find something to be happy about myself in her happiness.
I asked her what was it that kept her so warm and happy in a weather like this and the answer that she gave me stumped me even more then i already was. She smiled and at me and with a little twinkle in her eyes replied , 'I got a little pie of half eaten chocolate from a little boy travelling and it was really nice and warm and tasty , also i got a 10 rupee note today.'
This answer of this little girl made me think that it after all may not be that difficult to find happiness and perfection in life . The main difficulty lies in realising every aspect in our life that has traces of happiness hidden in it and collecting all of them to make our life perfect !
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