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A tiny Chai Anecdote

It is a chilly Friday evening and he just returned home from work.
It calls for a steaming hot chai, to clear out the day’s stress, to celebrate the surpassing of city traffic and to sit by the window sill with the day’s newspaper, relishing the chai. His wife aces the Darjeeling tea recipe, he believes. A hint of elaichi and ginger in right proportion has sorted out the tea recipe on most days. He is like us, waiting for the evening tea to relax his senses. The fresh Darjeeling tea is being drained and the bliss slides in slowly.
It is all in the little things, you see.

Two Dragonflies Chilling By The Ivy Arched Window Pane

We all have one of those days when everything seems unfinished. We are unsure about the chapter on the next blank page, about the pending chores that we left for an apparent tomorrow, about the next moment where we were supposed to begin with a pre-planned activity. This immature mess builds up steadily in the mind’s landfill and becomes a sheer garbage before you realise years have passed!

…..With a chill timid breeze beating up gently, I stand behind my tea stained ebony railing, facing hundreds of willow trees. It is a fresh two day getaway before I join my allied mess. All I’m sure about at this point is the imagination running through the wilderness of my mind, that moment. My mind’s wafting wilderness itches the strangeness of the evening. Far away, I can see two dragonflies chilling by the ivy arched window pane. One goes to the other and showers all the love it has. Your golden laced wings are beautiful, it says. The vines running along my ebony railing goes and ends above that rose cottage. The tender pink roses have bloomed and merged onto the corner of roof. They had a tough misty morning. They just dried themselves out from the drenching dew and a tiring work session. Don’t even get me started about the sunflowers standing near the silver door. Their fashion parade in the noon to attract the bee swarm was such a drama- I have lesser drama in my life. 

My coffee arrives as I start looking into the crisp green grass. I look back into the willows and everything strikes back, but in bits. I get the clarity of my mess as I sip and stare into the chamomiles amid the crisp greens. The whites gave me confidence to sail through the plume of unorganised thoughts.

My perfumed skin felt numb against all that I was trying to push inside me; fragility was a reason. In the bizarre evening, I try to tune the mess to art, little by little. I try to mouth emptiness into beauty, make music in the ash grey heaven. I also try to understand you like how the paper supple roses mend itself, get you. 

It is just another day where I figured out that this is the reason why nature never goes outdated. It mends you. It mends you like no other, from within. 

to find you once again

amid the canopy of shallow hearts
she discovered you
to the beat of her footsteps
singing, you walked towards her
to pallid destination, too
starting to ink you down
you seemed like an endless abyss blinding her veins from capturing yours
her scribbles of dusk were woven in corner
she scribbled
for it to stab you
walls ached for space
lone, filled with arid emotions
she walked furthermore
probing your intention
isn’t it you who should test?
on a berm
she lost you, abrupt
a thing she feared
under the flickering yellow
still walking over
hoping to find you
once again

I Am An Amazing Sculpture

We sat on the shore, watching the waves dance to the tune of nature. I looked at her illuminated face, a kind of thing only she possesses, and she said, “I’ll answer all your questions now.” I’ve been asking those to her more often lately and all she does was to give a witty smile and ignore, making me feel as a nosy girl. But this time she did; she looked away from me and spoke in a husky tone- but it sounded sweet – “The first day of my school taught me the things. I spoke in English all the time as I had no other choice, unaware of the local language. I spoke what I knew and I was mocked at. ‘Get a life, girl. Go, learn to speak English in a proper slang.’ – a girl yelled; these words still keep echoing in my ears. The class bawled and I was devastated.”

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Thoughts in my mind as she told this— A sculptor (the lord) has sent an unfinished sculpture into this world. It needed a few touches here and there to make it a marvel. He found its features imperfect; He took a chisel and began His work. The sculpture felt the ache; it loathed Him. Later, it was surprised to see the perfect features – never knew it was because of that pain.

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She continued, “I built up the vigour in my heart to learn English. The vigour turned fierce. I could feel the heat of the fierceness, to protect my self-respect. A poem I started with, then another…..one more…. At first, my writings were to satisfy my hunger of revenge. Later, I felt it useless. I wrote for me and my writings turned out to be more elegant. Maybe, I had the potential to do all these. Once, while all these were happening aside, I was told, – ‘Don’t you know to hold a brush?’ I was in the Art room of our school, and the girls giggled. Painting is a part of my life and that’s why I couldn’t face the ridicule. This made me observe the things intently. I improved my art skills, achieved and received recognition over the years.”

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Thoughts in my mind— The sculptor decided to make it look polished and unique (from within in real sense). He scraped the extra bits and carved designs to embellish it. This gave an intense pain to the sculpture again— It cursed the lord, in spite of the optimism it has. It turned out to be amazing, attractive and unique.

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“After these instances, I faced many hardships. I kept carrying on. I didn’t lose the zeal in me. I had a hard time recognising my well-wishers. I got my wings, my magic wand- that’s my confidence, to face any hard time that comes by my way. I feel bad for not getting the thing I dreamt for, in this school. It even made me think that the appraisal I got was fake as it didn’t lead me to my final goal. But I was told that, life doesn’t end here, and my creativity is not bound only till the school’s walls; one day, I’ll shine like an ever-glowing star. That doesn’t mean I’m not happy now. Certainly I’m- ready to shine anytime I get a chance. I’m already glowing, just finding a dark place to spread my light, to brighten it up with what I have.”

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Thoughts in my mind— Finally He made a beauteous sculpture. It was being admired, loved and praised. Few even tried to misuse it. It didn’t get a perfect place to be established though. The sculptor’s work is over. It is unique and polished, now the carved thing has to find its adobe— maybe a millionaire’s lawn, or a temple, or even in a solitary place. It depends upon the sculpture’s efforts. For now, it lies there, unnoticed, ready to glow— any moment!

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I smiled at her. It felt as if in just few minutes, I received a pot full of wisdom lessons. Suddenly, all my pains gained a whole new meaning. This feeling clutched me in its fists, making me think that my hardships were full of opportunities. I saw the positive vibes rushing towards me in the form of sea waves. It washed us. I am a new person now, with more zeal and confidence – an amazing sculpture!

Addictions.

My addictions.

This is me and all these sum up my life to an extent. I was so much exited all the way while writing about my addictions. Go on and see it for yourself.

Addiction 1- Coffee

Yes, yes. I can survive on coffee for the whole life if required. Its lovely pleasing smell and the way it satisfies the taste buds, so much heavenly (I’m falling short of words.) It just coaxes me to do my job; me being lazy usually.

Do you know? Coffee is my fiancé. He just works out without interfering in any of my work like an oily food does (I can’t help if he has a crush on me). The oily foods spoil my mood, make me restless and create a chaos inside. Annnnnd, coffee? A handsome decent gentleman.
P.S- You’ll surely get our wedding’s invite soon. I don’t mind any of you calling me Mrs. Coffee.

Addiction 2- Going places

I thought to name this as ‘travel’ at first but then I even love walking a short distance. So the name ‘going places’ is a best fit. I want to explore, I dream of it every day. I’m like a newborn in this case. Because, every single time I visit some place, I stand there perplexed admiring god’s creations. The same enthusiasm every time and I feel like capturing the whole world in my camera. Really a selfish bean I’m. My dream and aim is to travel places and admire the beautiful original things of god and the intellectual creations of men all around. Travelling, new places, new people, new lifestyle, new things- so much of distinctions occupying my mind.

P.S- This is the ONLY time I whole-heartedly listen to any sort of music, and I like to travel alone or maximum with two people around me.

Addiction 3- Chocolates.

Hey everyone, meet my boyfriend Mr. Chocolate, Now say ‘Hi’

Tall, dark and handsome. Yes, I’m in love with dark, big (tall) and handsome chocolates. I’m so much lucky enough, he loves me back. It’s a long-long love story but for now just know that, I had a crush since my childhood and from past 7 years or so we are put up with each other. I flirt with Mr. Chocolate whenever I find time. Any problem?

P.S- You feel that I’m betraying Mr.Coffee? You’re absolutely wrong then. Chocolate being my boyfriend turned to my fiancé, Mr. Coffee.

Chocolate Alias Coffee.

Addiction 4- Art, books and peace.

These three are inseparable triplets in my life. Believe me, they make the best combination which can turn your life into a paradise. At least it worked out for me. I admire artistic people, I want to be one and I’m working upon it. I admire all the authors, poets and their imaginations and I’m really trying hard at being one again. And then, peace. I am being selfish here, I know. But I really need peace everywhere. “Aye Peace wali Mausi, Kilo kithne ka hai?” – I’m planning to do this, anyone accompanying me?

P.S- Money, diamond, jewellery, or any damn thing is meaningless without peace. I’m addicted to it. Period.

SO, THIS IS ME AND MY ADDICTIONS.

In the future, I’d like to go places with Mr. Chocolate alias Coffee and explore the world of art, books and live in peace. DOT.