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Who am I? I am many things, and all things possible, says this lovely poem on the self.
One of the top 5 entries for August’s Muse of the Month writing theme, with the cue “I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am”, taken from Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar.
When the moon peeps out
from behind grey clouds
creating hope on a dull night
I am darkness.
When an ink pen my lover gifted
our first year together
turns up once declared lost
I am fortunate.
When water splashes against
rocks as it makes its way down
hidden waterfall in the woods
I am sadness.
When I give up trying after
Eight years of giving it my all
the strip turns a deep red
I am living dead.
When sweat drips down my back
on a warm summer’s day
of heated arguments in the park
I am the light.
When your voice fails you
after vowing to never stay mute
unsaid is our only conversation
I am the words.
When an ice cream truck makes
a loud sound on its way around
with cheering kids chasing it
I am happiness.
When I watch her laugh without
worries, qualms or inhibitions
consumed by emotions
I am whole.
When an aeroplane takes flight
with it my heart in my mouth
cotton-candy clouds calm me down
I am at peace.
When fears envelope my thoughts
each night as I toss and turn in bed
Waiting for dawn to break
I am the nightmare.
When my imagination rewrites
reality in the way you hoped
and wished it would end
I am broken.
When everything makes me cry
I am the dream.
I take a deep breath
and calm my racing heart.
I am here,
Everything and nothing
visible and invisible
the silence and the song.
Pic credit: Ley (Used under a Creative Commons license)
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'Dr Saloni will take care of everything,' my MIL said. My cowardly husband refused to go against his mother’s wishes. I was left to fend for myself!
Some time ago, I went to a marriage ceremony with my parents. It was a very high-profile marriage – not the ones we usually were invited to – but in this case it was Ramesh uncle’s son’s marriage. Ramesh uncle was my father’s first cousin. He began his career as a humble elevator operator at the TIC business group. With his sheer hard work, grit, and the knack of sensing the right opportunities, within eighteen years he became the president of the company. My father and he were the best of friends during their school time.
Half an hour before the stipulated time, we left our house, hired an auto and reached the venue. All four of us were in our best outfits. Getting out of the auto and looking at each other, we were highly convinced that we were going to fit in just right. As we crossed the dazzling and beautiful portico, we felt very insignificant compared to the big lawn and building lying ahead.
Mother was wearing all the jewellery she had got, including the big old-fashioned necklace, earrings and shiny bangles. Father was wearing a velvet coat, brother had put on a light orange shirt with a black check coat, I myself was wearing a red salwar kurta with a net dupatta. I had put on a necklace with red beads which at the time of wearing looked very pretty to me. Now looking at the other guests, I felt all four of us must be looking like clowns who had come for a fancy-dress competition. I felt my brother and parents were also feeling self-conscious and uneasy now.
Live-in relationships are legal in the eyes of the law. Read on to know more on the rights of women in live-in relationships.
Live-in relationships may sound exciting. But sometimes they become complicated, especially for women and the children born from a live-in relationship. It’s important to be aware of rights of women in live-in relationships.
Live-in relationships are where a woman and man live under one roof with mutual consent, like husband and wife, but without getting married. This has become very common in metropolitan cities these days, where two independent people simply do not want to get married. This relationship can be terminated without the consent of the other party.
Live-in relation may not be recognized completely at the social level, but Indian law does consider this relationship to be legal.
Sometimes, the wheel can only come full circle if we let it - if we are honest with ourselves and can face up to the truth of our own lives.
Sometimes, the wheel can only come full circle if we let it – if we are honest with ourselves and can face up to the truth of our own lives.
One of the top 5 entries for July’s muse of the month writing cue, “The wheel turns and turns and turns: it never stops and stands still.” (from Anita Desai’s A Village By The Sea).
Nearly five years ago, I had a poetry writing competition on the topic of ‘Agony and Ecstasy’. I had just come out of my first brush with nearly clinical depression. The title seemed apt and I put my soul into it. Today, I revisit the topic again and see what has happened in all this time.
As a parent, we do the best we can, yet sometimes things might go wrong. Why is the blame so often laid at the mother's door? Does it make her a bad mother?
As a parent, we do the best we can, yet sometimes things might go wrong. Why is the blame so often laid at the mother’s door? Does it make her a bad mother?
Motherhood is undoubtedly one of life’s most beautiful gifts but along with it comes a host of other things. People’s prying eyes and blaming tones, pointing fingers at the mother for everything and anything that her child does or doesn’t do. Is it fair to hold the mother responsible?
No doubt the mother is the one in whose shade the child spends his growing years, learns his first lessons from her, but why is she always the one who is blamed when the child does something wrong or something that does not meet society’s definition of ‘acceptable behaviour’. This makes her question herself time and again – is she a bad mother?