Zindagi k is safar m na Jane kitne padav aye.
Kabhi hasi to kabhi musibat wale mod aye.
Humne socha ab nahi hga tai ye safar
Tabhi na Jane kahan se Himmat bankar wo Samne agya
Aur bus fir kya tha choti Lagne Lagi har musibat
Usne hath jo thama lga jaise khoye hue main mjhe mil gye fir se
Ab safar tai karna hai mjhe lekin bus uske sath
Uske sath main, main hu aur uske bina main kch bhi nahi...
Every time, as the night fully submerged into darkness, the demons of her past came out. They gagged her to unconsciousness till the first ray of sun. Waking up felt cursed and trapped in the infinite loop of time. Every morning, the mirror reflected the image of an intimidated woman because she had refused to look within.
Until one day, when her demons came howling at her, she fought back. That day, she had escaped the loop of time by confronting her past. That night was the most painful night ever, but it was her last as a victim.
Unable to break free from the shackles of mediocrity, she felt restless. With time, her frustration deepened, taking hold of her being like moisture seeping into a wall. She wasn’t sad or depressed, just lost – knowing she was exceptional, but not knowing how to stand out. Heartbreaking as it was, she looked at it as a blessing – waking up each day with the hope of being noticed. Indifference sometimes dimmed her faith, but it could never put the fire out. Guarding it like her baby, she continues to stroke the fire.
Till she is finally found!
Aaahh! Pure nirvana, when curry leaves are added to hot oil....only an Indian can understand,’ I wrote.
I opened the incoming message on my blog.
‘I use them,’ Richard from England wrote. ‘Ahhhh.. indeed!’
Curious I asked, ‘really? But, continental cooking doesn’t use curry leaves?’
‘Don’t go by my name Madam, I’m a Malyalee Christian, as Indian as you.’
My tattoos are not inked pieces of bespoke art
Adorning, beautifying my body.
NO! They are shields, warding off eyes that pry,
At my battle scarred arms.
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