Sunday, 28 September 2025

Emotions in Verse.

 Love

Your heart and mine

Are gently entwined,

Journeying together,

Your hand in mine.


You’re the friend, the lover

I longed to discover.

 

I love you

Just the way you are:

I know

I will never find another you.

 

 

Fear

The little voice in your head,

Your trembling hands,

Your clammy palms—

You’ve sensed a lion on the prowl.

You’ve chosen to stay away from it all.

 

Fear twists the spoke in your wheel.

It plants the thorn in your rose.

Fear is the dragon you dread;

You would rather lie all day in bed.

 

Look fear in the eye

Until it shrivels and dies.

Fear must not survive.

 

Anger

When anger strikes,

You unleash the beast inside.

He’s either raging mad

Or cold as ice.

 

Anger does you little good.

Control it if you will—

Only let a little spill.

 

 

Happiness

Happiness is…

The twinkle in your eye

When she says hello, not goodbye.

 

Happiness is…

Sunshine and moonbeams,

Rain cascading down your windowpane.

 

Happiness is…

That smile when we meet

Kind words and dancing feet.

 

Happiness is…

A book and chai

Ma singing a sweet lullaby.

 

Happiness is…

The little joys

That makes life so complete. life so complete.



Image Credit  -Pixabay

Monday, 22 September 2025

Packing Up My Troubles

 Packing Up My Troubles

 "The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page." — Saint Augustine. 


The travel bug is one bug I’d always love to succumb to, but sadly, it doesn't happen as often as I would like.

As a child, my travel was restricted to Grandma’s house in Mumbai for vacations, and there was that one time when Dad took the family on a trip to Kolkata.




A trip that is firmly etched in my mind is a college trip to Rajasthan because I almost didn’t go. My dearest departed dad was being his protective best and had to be convinced by others to let me loose for a few days. My honeymoon in Goa is a cherished memory. Goa never fails to lose its charm for me. I have holidayed there with and without the boys and have always returned feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. I also loved Kerala, and it was special because it was the last family vacation. I dread motion sickness, which I’m prone to, but lately the episodes seem to have reduced.




Post marriage, I’ve done a fair amount of travelling both overseas and within the country, the only difference being that in the early years, it was the kids' needs and care that took precedence.

                          



Unlike my better half, my packing style is quite the opposite of his last-minute approach. My hubby generally throws in a few essentials, sometimes even on the day of departure, and voilĂ , he’s all set to go. Mine usually begins with deliberating over the right suitcase or bag, even if it’s an overnight trip. Medicines top my checklist, and I do not carry food. Eating the food served on the plane or train is part of the fun. I do carry a couple of books, hoping to catch up on my reading, but that rarely happens.





Now that the nest is empty, it’s been a while since we took a family vacation, but together with places I want to visit, that too is on my bucket list. 



This post is my entry to the Blogchatter Bloghop prompt



Saturday, 6 September 2025

When Technology Took A Break

 When Technology Took a Break

 

Rahul woke up and reached for his phone. He switched it on, but the screen would not light up. Exasperatedly, he called out, "Ma, my phone refuses to work." Suddenly, he realised that the fan too was not working. “What the hell!” he muttered to himself. Rahul desperately needed to read his WhatsApp messages.

He jumped out of bed and went in search of his parents. They were out on the balcony enjoying the fresh air and digging into some papaya. Both sorely missed their morning cuppa, but ‘what cannot be cured must be endured,’ they firmly told themselves.

Expecting a volcanic eruption, Ma broke the news to Rahul. As expected, Rahul was aghast. “Two days!” he exclaimed. “Two whole days without food and water!” Below, they could see people scurrying to buy essentials from the rapidly shutting grocery shops. Pa reassured Rahul, telling him that there was plenty of fruit in the house and they could subsist on that. They would have to be frugal with the water.

Educational institutions were closed, so Rahul did not have to attend college. Ma suggested that it was a good time for him to catch up on his reading, at least during the day. She would take her break from the kitchen and household chores. Ma and Pa planned to cosy up with their books.

Parks and gardens echoed with the sound of children’s chatter and laughter. Neighbours, rather than being holed up scrolling on their phones, greeted each other, saying more than a hello and even shared whatever food they could.

Rahul was growing impatient. The authorities had promised that the power would be restored by midday the next day. He still had to pass the evening, afternoon, night, and the next morning. He had finished reading; he needed more activity, so he unearthed the Scrabble board from his closet and challenged his parents to a game. The family, amid some lighthearted banter, played an enthusiastic game by candlelight. Elsewhere in the town, people were singing and strumming guitars. Everywhere in Happypur, there was a little more communication and conversation.

The Happypurians rejoiced the next day when the power was restored and everything began functioning again. Rahul, too, was beside himself with joy, but deep down, he acknowledged that the detox and discomfort had done him good, as it did the other residents. Some planned a weekly detox and communion.

Though all had understandably been disturbed by the breakdown, it had done them good, and they realised, if nothing else, at least a digital detox was required.


This post is my entry to the BlogchatterBloghop prompt.


Image credit : Freepik and Pixabay

 

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