The alarm rung at an ungodly 4 AM and Maa knew it was time for her to flee.
She was up in a jiffy with a sense of serene smile, realizing it was just an hour before her train arrives.
Backpack packed, journey laid and the road set.
With life ahead and wonder within, she was ready to be a wanderer once again.
December had come.
Winter Break was the dilemma.
“Storm’s ahead. Stay safe.”, they said.
She was miles away from home.
Before the storm, nostalgia hit her.
Warm wrinkled hands.
Blurred escaping thoughts.
Reminiscence from the past.
An unspeakable dawn.
A happy old age.
There are those of us who believe that the universe always conspires.
Conspires to hold you back.
So, they try to fight it with all the might.
With the gadgets, the shacks, the roads and apps.
A constant struggle, day in and day out.
To prove that we’re above it, right?
Slowly the pain amplifies, the soul aches and body cries.
But we still continue to fight, with all the remaining might.
The cycle continues till the end of time.
And then again, another fight.
But few of us get pass through this fence.
They break the norms.
They break the code.
And, all that the world would term as ‘common sense’
They journey into a different world.
A world inwards.
With the trees, the ripples of sea and the mountains that see.
With the breeze, the tides and moon light.
With the sun, its rays and the warmth inside.
They take it all in.
They smile, they feel and a different universe they see.
They whisper to it,
” I am you and you are me”
– Words by Hardik Nagar
(Who blogs at That Indian Minimalist. )
Coffee is always a good idea.
A screen-less conversation, even better.
Everytime, I would choose to get lost in the sea.
After all, the rhythm of waves sounds better than the chaos of horns.
“What is her name?”
“Sangam. Her name has a story. Her God Father was at a place named Triveni Sangam (confluence of the three rivers, Ganga, Yamuna and Saraswati) when he got the news that she was born. It seemed fitting to name her so.”
And since then, she’s been called the most endearing tiny human by everyone who has ever met her.
This is for Sangam, on her birthday as she spreads joy and nests in everyone’s heart.
Happy Birthday, Sangam :)
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?
To this question, I think Rahul Gandhi would answer that he would support this in the interest of women empowerment.
Also, ask Rahul anything here: http://engagedino.com/askrg :P