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As I sit by the window sill,

Iam reminded of -

The beautiful childhood I had,

Of the beautiful relationship I had with my siblings,

Of all the times we spent building houses out of bedsheets,

Of the time we shared our puddings and chocolates,

Of the time when we giggled watching padosan,

Of the time when we held each other through tears of scoring low grades,

Of the time when we couldn't contain our joy of receiving our Christmas gifts,

Of the time when our parents held us close because I had a fever,

Of the times when our favourite meal was prepared so we could take a from veggies.

As I sit by the window sill,

Iam reminded of the -

Time when a war broke out,

Of the time when not knowing my dad would make it was an issue,

Of the time my mom wanted me to grow up overnight so I could worry alongside,

Of the time when I was pushed into a hostel life to make a brighter future,

Of the time when I cried wondering why I had to live a life without being in the arms of my parents,

Of the t…

Endless Pain

What would you do if someone you loved,hid you from the rest of the world coz they felt ashamed of you in some way.They loved you from the bottom of their heart but couldn't be seen with you.What if you were a secret,kept to save face and retain reputation.Is it still love if you cant be open about it? Is it still a relationship worth fighting for,if you have to hide at every gathering...if you cant be be part of a public life with them?

Should one still make things work because you don't have the guts to sever that last part of the loosening rope to your past and happy memories? What if so many lies had been said to keep the happy picture perfect appearance?

Who has been wronged - the people who dare taint a reputation they worked so hard to achieve over the years or the person who has been deemed wrong,bad,the eternal sad stain that has to be eradicated to make others seem righteous and true?

How can blood be any thicker than water...when that stain is your own blood !



For the past 2 weeks and half,I have been going bored out of my mind.Since hubby is on endless duty timings,I tend to grow crazy and have no idea what to do.

Back in India,if I popped out of my flat,I could go downstairs and knew at least a dozen aunties and uncles sitting downstairs and wondering," Aah! Did we have to turn 60 so soon? "My point being you could start a conversation with nay Tom,Dick and Harry.The kids went crazy playing gutter gutter,Aldies were all too glad to have a time out from the daily routines and the great thing,people speaking in our language.Like the movies,out here,when you come across people who speak your language,you feel so happy to able to reconnect even if it means overhearing their conversations.You go,"Arey dekho ,wo India ki hai,wo Pakistan ke hain,arey wo punjabi me bath kar rahe hai,arey tulu me bath kar rahe hai,arey konkani speakers." But out here I'm surrounded by women who never come out of their flats.Most of them are…