The Matter of Time

Today I and my teenager son Nishant were having breakfast as usual. I always look forward to the breakfast time with him. It is the time when we sit facing each other. Though briefly, we can get to spend some quality time and involve in a friendly yet meaningful conversation. He often exchanges his life-observations that time and I get to know a bit of how he is growing.

He took a rice dumpling in his plate and said, “You know Aai (mom), yesterday in my class a boy proposed a girl to be his girlfriend. He requested all of us but the girl to vacate the classroom and gave her a large chocolate while proposing.”

I was startled to hear what he said. I had witnessed a couple of calf love stories taking place around when I was a schoolgirl. The teenaged girls often used to get into it by mistaking infatuation as love. By the time I adjusted to my helplessness to the fact that class 9 students are engaging in the distracting activities while they are still in their student shoes, Nishant threw another line:

“But I don’t think their relationship would last long.”

I curiously asked him why did he think that their relationship would not last, just to know his viewpoint.Love and Time

He said by finishing the last piece in his plate, “Because at first place it took so short time to form.”

He finished his breakfast, picked up the bag and told me to hurry up while descending the stairs.

Children observe. They notice more than what we think they do. It was good to find him taking right notes. With a feeling of contentment, I picked up my bag and headed towards car parking.


My Dear Brother

We shared the same house and
the same loving parents
We took one another’s devices
without any consent…

We grew up my dear brother
sharing thoughts and views
And remained confined together
with love and good virtues..

We criticized and irked
each other at times
You could guess my frame of mind
By just looking into my eyes

Will I ever get back those
same old childhood days?
When we fought, laughed, played and cooked,
teased each other in many ways…

Today we are staying
a number of miles away
I hold our gems of memories
in my heart everyday…

No single day has passed
yet without your thought
I pray God to give you life
healthy, happy and lengthy a lot!

Brother-Sister Playing Chess

(I am happy to publish this poem here on the occasion of my brother’s birthday! :))

A Treasured Valentine’s Week

That was the mid-February of year 1996, the month of a shoulder season in Pune. The winter was diminishing and summer was taking baby steps. The intoxicating aroma of mango blossom and jasmine had started wafting on the air.

I was studying engineering. My younger brother Yogendra (all his near ones call him Yoga) was a youth of sixteen. My elder cousin sister Nayana, who was studying medicine had come to our place on vacation.

As Valentine’s day was nearing, I was longing for some letter from my beloved, though each casual letter otherwise was also a special one in our long-distance relationship. My parents knew about my love story since it started and Yoga came to know about it little later due to my exchange of letters with my beloved.

A middle-aged postman whom I called Datta uncle, used to deliver letters in our area. Whenever I crossed path with Datta uncle, I used to stop and collect my personal incoming letters from him before they landed up in Yoga’s hands. The reason was obvious: on getting hold of my letters, he often used to make me run after him from one room to other while teasing and return them only on bargaining something in exchange such as my best piece of stationery. His behavior used to agitate me at times but then my life would have been very boring if he were not so playful! 😀

I tried to call my beloved on Valentine’s day but my calls went dematerialized. He had not called either. We couldn’t communicate, which was quite upsetting. The history repeated on the following two days. I used to attend college, do all my due submissions and practicals, study, and come back home by evening. He used to be on my mind as usual.

On the evening of 17th February after spending a usual college day, I returned home. I was tired like anything. As soon as I headed for the jasmine plants in the backyard to get some fresh scent, Nayana and the granny gathered around me. Nayana handed over to me five large beautiful cards and they both couldn’t hold the curiosity flowing to the rims of their eyes. 😀 My waiting had come to an end finally! I felt like I had met him in person. 🙂 My granny enquired about the card sender’s details keenly and Nayana listened to my answers with twinkling eyes.

They say if you tell a secret to a woman, it no longer remains a secret. And I had to tell my secret to two women! 😀 I told them everything as it was and of course it did not remain a secret then.

On the same evening, Arun called me on phone. Then I came to know that he had posted those five cards to me in such an order that I could receive one card each day so that we both celebrate a Valentine’s week rather than a Valentine’s day. 🙂 But most probably, the postal service didn’t operate daily from MP to Maharashtra then and that is why I had received five cards on the same day just a little after Valentine’s day. Receiving a bundle of cards from my Valentine was a feeling no lesser than winning a lottery. 😀

All of us have some everlasting memories. The time changes so does our belief system but those memories don’t fade. Today, when enough number of years have passed to be able to look back, I think we don’t require any specific day to express our love. Now each day of togetherness is a Valentine’s day for both of us. But yes, that planned Valentine’s week I have treasured in my stash forever. 🙂

An Open Letter to My Sweetheart

My Sweetheart,

I have written you numerous letters before this one but today’s is a special one. Though we were in the courtship for more than 4 years before our wedding; on 27th November 1998 we entered into a wedlock and formally vowed to be with each other forever, may whatever come our way.


It is hard to believe; so many years have passed since we have been together, yet our marriage is so fresh! 😀

Today I want to thank you for being my other half. When I share my problems and concerns with you, they no longer remain only mine; they become yours too. You always stand by me and help me to get rid of them. You always support me actively in whatever activities or hobbies I pursue. And I like to support you the same way; though I get worried about you due to your  adventures sometimes. 😉

Everything seems clear, straight, and untangled when you are there with me.

Apart from our own respective interests, we both also do what the other half likes. I learned to clean the greesy electric toaster though I find it complicated and you lit up the oil lamp though you don’t like handling the messy oil… 😀

We click pictures and visit places in our special way. We find chances to sing and cook together, and share even the silliest thing happened each day.

In our journey together, I have learnt so many things from you, which I wouldn’t have learnt with any other person. May it be as small as eating capsicum (you know, I couldn’t stand them) to as big as recognizing a person’s motives by his body language and eyes. I trust you also must have learnt a few good things from me. 🙂

We had our bad times too. Our life as a couple was not always lovey-dovey; no couple’s is either. But the best part of our relationship is, we never stop caring for each other even if we are upset because of one another. However rough the days can be, I trust the grip of our hands held together will never loosen.

Down the timeline, I wish to visit the world with you. I wish to spend more and more time with you. I wish to flaunt my grey hair with you when we go to places. I wish to sip evening coffee with you in our yard revisiting all the bittersweet memories we have been creating all these years. Most importantly, I wish to see you happy.

I am glad that we were destined to be together. We would continue growing older together; enriching each other’s lives for looking ahead with you has always been wonderful. 🙂

I Love You, my dear!

Reliving the Nostalgia

It was a cloudy and humid noon of Saturday when I was at my mother’s place.

It was as warm as an oven! The fans also didn’t help. I changed my thought of turning on the AC and went up onto the terrace to get some fresh air. It was warm outside too.

The sky looked grey and the clouds had masked the Sun completely. The birds remained quiet. There was hardly anyone on the road. The clouds growled frequently with the streaks of lightning. The trees stood so quiet as if they were punished to stand still. Especially the erect Indian Cork tree at the corner of the house caught my attention… How tall it had grown all these years!! It was adorned with the bunches of long creamy-white flowers. The women folk of our house could create long garlands of those flowers without using a string.

A sudden cool wave of breeze brought an immense shot of petrichor from elsewhere. It must be already raining somewhere. I closed my eyes and inhaled as deeply as I could.  Something familiar and amazing happened.

The Indian Cork tree swayed. Its long flowers glided down swiftly to the ground. I descended the stairs almost running and went under the tree. My childhood moments were around the corner. 🙂

It started drizzling. Now, the mother will call me while collecting the clothes from the clothes string for she fears the lightning, the father will collect the coconut-halves kept on the terrace for drying, and they both did.

I paid deaf ears to her call and took the opportunity to pick up the Tree Jasmine flowers till my both hands could not hold anymore… The flowers and a few yellow, lemon-green colored leaves rolled on the ground due to the wind.

The Flower Shed

I waited in the drizzle for a little while holding my bunch of flowers till I could feel a chilled raindrop straight on my tongue. My age, social status, and location became insignificant to me for that moment. A couple of ladies passed by hurriedly holding their flat folded bags overhead. They gave me a dirty look, which didn’t bother me. Then I rushed into the house before getting drenched.

Now, the mother will scold me a little for getting wet, the father will take my side, and they both did. 😀

I overlooked what they argued among themselves and I made her sit next to me. Then emptied my wet palms in front of her and held both her palms on my cheeks to feel the warmth. I tried making a garland of the Tree Jasmine flowers without using a cotton string while she brought a dry towel. After a couple of attempts, I realized I couldn’t…

Now, the mother will demonstrate the beautiful arrangement and I will carefully watch her twining the flowers one-by-one, then I will hastily take the garland halfway from her to complete, and we did.

The Flower Garland

I had found it. I had relived it. 😀

Think Good, Get Better!

Sometimes we get better than what we wish for.

I and Arun planned to take a scooter for me. I already have a car but a scooter would save me from Pune’s congested traffic during busy hours to some extent. After a lot of homework, we decided to buy TVS Jupiter ZX: A flawless mix of beauty and power. We both decided to go for the glossy wine color.

Soon after the following couple of days, I went to the TVS dealer’s showroom near my office to book the scooter of choice. The sales lady asked me if I would like to go for a fancy number. I knew that the Regional Transport Office (RTO) conducts auctions for giving a fancy number one wants for the new vehicle. People can choose the vehicle numbers they want but they have to pay an extra amount of money.

I: “I don’t want any fancy or choice number such as 8055 that looks like the word BOSS when printed in a particular font, or the number 4040 that can be calligraphed to look like the word YOYO… But, can you get me any number, which could be memorable easily…?”

The sales lady: “I can definitely, but you still need to pay extra fees because even if I mention on paper that you want any memorable number, the RTO will consider it as your fancy number requirement.”

I thought for a while and decided that I won’t mind going for any other number that the RTO issues for my scooter.

I: “Okay, then leave the column for special instructions regarding the RTO number empty.”

The sales lady: “Okay, I will call you once your permanent number arrives. It will take a week’s time. Till then we will give you a temporary number and try to process your order as fast as possible.”

Thus, I completed the transaction of booking the scooter and stepped out of the TVS showroom.

The next day I received my brand new scooter with a temporary number. For the entire following week, I was busy like anything. I thought about the permanent number occasionally. I was not anxious about it, but I was curious. After all, it was going to be with me for next good number of years. I just wished I should get a good one.

In the following week, I received a call from the TVS for informing that the permanent number for my scooter had arrived from the RTO and the dealer would now fix the number-plate with the permanent number on the scooter.

I took the scooter to the dealer. I seated at the TVS customer-waiting area browsing through the e-newspaper. No sooner than I waited for ten minutes, the dealer while handing over the key to me told that the scooter was ready.

My week-long held curiosity came to an end. TVS ZX Deep WineI went to the scooter and saw… What a surprise! 😀

I got the number 7075! What’s more; the first half of the number depicted Arun’s birth year and the other half depicted mine!!

I had only wished for good but I received better! 😀


Namibia: The Haunting Country

Travelling back to my homeland.

Though I have seen and went through numerous good-byes in my life after being a part of Indian Army; I find it totally different this time.

Every time our new posting comes, we pack the stuff and shift to a different place. Initially for few days it is hard for me to adjust to the new place. I tend to see only the rough part of the life and honestly, at times feel little agitated if the residential accommodation or weather at the new place are not fine.

After spending some time there I start getting used to it. I start liking the weather and knowing the people and the place around. I start enjoying everything about the place. The new place starts becoming old for me and then while I am deeply into the moments, again the time comes to take leave from that place and move to a yet another different place. It becomes difficult to untangle all the invested emotions then. 😔

The sad part is, there is no choice but to leave. It is inevitable.

The best part is, I get to see different places, people, cultures, and make friends. As we all know, both the sad and the good parts of our lives help us to grow :).

Unlike before, this time my heart is full of sweet pain yet contentment. I visited various places in this beautiful country. I saw scenic landscapes, deep-blue skies, starry nights, colorful birds, unparalleled fauna, and most importantly; I met warm-hearted people and made new friends. 🙂 I am taking with me a stash of memories and fond associations.

The other day I met David in the morning and Betsy in the evening on the same day. They both said that in Namibia, you cry thrice: Once when you arrive, once while living there, and the third time; when you go.

In my experience, it’s true. When I came to Namibia, I cribbed about weather, dryness, scroching Sun with very high UV, and less socialization. But when I went around various places in this beautiful country, its rustic beauty started seeping in my mind and I didn’t come to know this, till the time I left that wonderful piece of mother earth.

Namibia haunts. 🙂

Even when I have left it, it is not leaving me.