“I grew up in this Asian world learning to “protect”myself. From evils as naive as having a boyfriend, being attracted to someone physically or even thinking of pleasuring myself. True, they say that what you’re not supposed to do is what you’re compelled to do. Thence I began my journey with this amazing guy I met four years before my 17th. Both childhood favorites of each other and later as teens. They always shouted “love doves” whenever we were noticed together…” said Jannet as her blue eyes got covered with her wrinkly soft eye-lids. In a room dimly lit she sat back in a rocking chair, reminiscing the stories of her teenage years. That night Jannet had her grand-daughter over for dinner with her boyfriend.
“We were madly in love, kids, as you seem to be. Passionate with so many promises in eyes and a zest to conquer whole world for love. But as cool as it was back then to break the rules, I was a very timid one as well among us. I made sure we didn’t “cross limits”.” She laughs and continues, “we were together for two years and he had only managed to grab my hand occasionally. That night, when there were only few hours left in my birthday he did something special. He kissed my hand like a gentleman. It was a lot for a girl like me! Then he looked into my eyes, holding my hands, with so much promise and love. That was the moment I knew we were meant for each other.” Jannet takes glasses off of her thin nose and looks into the eyes of this young couple.
“Kids, to know your soulmate, it doesn’t have to be that perfect kiss or a huge amount of time. But just a moment of honesty which is so visible in the eyes. We’ve been together for more than 55 years. & when I look back and think of all the rules I violated? I don’t feel bad. In fact, I am very proud so I won’t count it as a mistake. That gave me a chance to be as content as I am today with the love of my life. More than anything to have a precious granddaughter as yourself.” She ends her story hugging the young couple.
Time is a harsh word. Yet very powerful. Dominates all of us. It is affiliated with our lives like oxygen to blood.
Last year I lost him. This year I got him.
So easy to write as above. But only we know how many bones were crushed, souls mushed and smiles berated in the process.
Today I admire this time. Felt so slow then, now a blink.
Admire the time, for it is taking you to a place better than your dreams.
Hey there, who are you – my air?
Swift and everlasting control freak as ever
Whatever creature you men are should sever
Tossing here, there, even Crossroads & everywhere.
Friends in this world of hopes
should be tied with ropes,
cause ain’t nobody real enough
so do that or expect sluff.
1) Because rarely people do expose their original self.
The bond of friendship shouldn’t be restrict to only “no sorry’s” or “no thank you’s”, its more than just what you think looks good in movies.
2) They Gossip!
Oh how many people raise their hands that they hear what a ‘new’ friend said about them to others? It breaks my heart.
3) Actually, No! I do care and that is why limited but quality friends is the drill.
I have hundreds and hundreds of acquaintances but very few friends because ain’t nobody got time for Fake people.
Hope you find friends who are honest and loyal, they’re rare.
This blog was an exaggeratedly composed one, no touchy-feely-stuff.
Thanks for reading.
I had a thing for you back then when we were young
It grew and made me restless – clenching the heart
That never let me forget the beauty of your demeanor
But is it even a life to get easily for what you strung?
You defined love
The strife and all the battles were worth the pain
Pangs which crushed my heart but not what it felt
Oh you snapped but couldn’t shoot the love dove.
When I opened my eyes as the sun rays and his skin made contact with mine. It was happiness, electricity which sparked for every morning since last 2 years and it was my life. That morning his eyes were so shiny that if love were water, it would ooze out of his eyes. He kissed me under the back of my ear, taking me into an embrace.I laughed, frivolously. He knew it always made me feel this way. Then he gazed into my eyes, deep as if looking into my soul. Unlike the technical reality, it was the first time I felt so naked before him. The shine of his eyes turned into a mist, blurring my way from seeing what I wanted to. He then caressed my lips gently with the tip of thumb, cupping my face in his hands. Came closer to me and thrust his lips into mine. The kiss was hard, emotional and raw. Which softened as he went on to explore me further. It was genuine love in that kiss. We then moved away for some air.
He said, “baby….I’m dying.”
I replied, “I’m dying as well, love, for you.”
He shook his head and sat up. His body was so rigid and tensed. It pained me. Worried and concerned as I was, I sat with him and tugged his arm for answers.
Warm, thick tears came out of his eyes. He said, “I have been diagnosed with cancer. I do not have much time, baby. I know we’ve spent a lot of time together which was the best thing that could ever happen to me. But… our journey comes to an end here.”
“Oh honey! How could you even think of ending this journey which just started. I love you. Its not bound of anything. Let us stay the way we are, please.”
“But babe, I’ll be no more in few months’ time and I love you more …. but still?”
“Forever. Trust me?” It was more than a question. It was an assertion to how I felt for him.
“Marry me?” I knew, it was more than a question. It was an assertion to how he felt for me.
When I first found the “the Landry news” at a small cabin where an old man sold imported-used-worn-ace books, I knew it was some great piece. Even though I was quite old for the considered piece of literature, I dug into it. It immediately made me fall in love with it.
It was the first book which stirred me so much as to actually make a bold step. I decided there and then, like the main character of book I will also write a newspaper in our school. Considering the fact that a school newspaper is not even a thinkable approach for a small third-world-country school, I toiled to make my dream come true. As interested as I was in sharing my ideas through writings – this was a total A-1 time of my life.
I edited my first draft of newspaper which consisted of all the articles written by our school’s seniors in order to inspire young ones. The first edition was free for the students in order to gain popularity. The next editions started selling out in a forte week’s time. Soon in a couple of weeks, the orders for newspaper prints increased from few 10s to several 100s. I met students who showed enthusiasm from other schools who wanted to read and write for the paper. How incredible the feel was is beyond the explanation.
The point is, never underestimate any book. The power of words is like that of a sword. A small children’s book inspired me so much to start up a revolutionary moment in couple of high schools in our city. The literature has wealth which expands by sharing.
P.S. thanks to all those first-world-countries who donate books because their actions are making life changing wonders in people’s respective lives here. Thumbs up!