Tuesday, June 8, 2010

A "phoney" daughter?

Abhi kal ki hi to baat lagti hai...ek premature si baby hamaare ghar aayi thi...n look at her today...itni badi ho gayi hai...that she repaired the broken telephone wire...dint know she cud make such a great telephone waala bhaiya...
thats wat my mum must be thinking rt now....:D :P

So there i was...standing on a 6 feet high stool...trying to fix the broken telephone wire....mum was standing rt below me...holding on to the stool...so that i wudnt be scared... :)
heres a snippet of our conversation...

me: ho gaya...ab mujhe neeche utaaro!

mum:haan..im holding onto the stool...aaja.

me:na! aise nahi!!

mum:then??

me:main to aapki godi me aaunga!! :P

mum:(giving me a smile of slight annoyance)accha?

me:yes...else i wont get down!

mum:(lovingly)aaja..

me:okie! catch!! :D :D

mum:aa to ab!!

me: haan haan...are u sure u'll be able to hold me when i land?

mum: aaj utar jayegi na? :|

me: (jumping from the stool)yes...im back to earth. :D
That was a test dear mommie...and you passed it.love you so much!! You're the best!(planting a kiss on her cheek)mumma...do you love me?

mum:(not looking up from what she was doing)huh?

me: (in a melodramatic tone)rehne do...mujhe mera jawaab mil gaya! xD


We're the world's best awesome mum-eccentric daughter combo! I love me...coz I'm hers. :)

Monday, June 7, 2010

Love Story

While they were busy plucking rose buds…I’d watch my periwinkle…fascinated and lost…they thought I was crazy…who would choose a periwinkle over roses…

To them.. it was the rose’s splendor and exquisite fragrance that was the most captivating…I guess I never bothered about that part…I always looked at it from a different perspective…

Periwinkle..or sadabahar in hindi…means eternal… so loving it meant enough love to last a lifetime.

I’d watch my flower each day….while the others met their unfortunate end…my dearest periwinkle was there…each time…smiling back at me…in its full vigour….looking pretty as ever…

I almost believed by now that we were both a part of the other’s life… and I dwelled under the illusion that it would…it could never let me down…

How it pained me that I wasn’t a “periwinkle”....

Before I knew it…I was a big girl…who had dreams to fulfill (not necessarily my own), expectations to live up to, responsibilities to shoulder…

And these complications of adult life took me to a distant land…miles away from my beloved “periwinkle”…

It said,”I’ll wait a lifetime to be with you again…..”

“I sense your touch in the air around..your scent in the air I breathe..”…that’s what I’d tell myself each moment...

Unable to take it anymore, I decided to take my betrothed periwinkle by surprise…

I ran all the way to “our” abode…all ready to hold it in my arms…and never let go again…

All of them were there…I was there too…but where was the one I longed to see…

My heart knew it but refused to accept the truth…the truth that was to change my life forever…

My love had succumbed to the pain caused by our severance…I was guilty…I had murdered “my periwinkle”…or had I murdered myself…

I felt naked…as if the world was mocking at me…saying..”you wanted a life of your own…there you go...take on the world...does that make you feel better??”

What could I say to them…I could just tear apart my aching heart…but it wasn’t any good anyways…that couldn’t have breathed life into my “life”…

I now spend this life telling God….

“ I never wished for roses…wanted nothing but my periwinkle…why did you have to take even that away…if its not too much to ask for..grant me one last wish…whenever I die…I wish to be buried alongside my periwinkle…I want one last chance to steal all the pain I’ve caused my love..my periwinkle. And yes…I want my beloved to be born again…find happiness this time..and for me…I want to be buried there forever…”