Bridge Soul

8:20 A.M. Got ready and stepped downstairs with one hand trying to implement a wrist watch on the other. Took keys. Took tiffin. Took the laptop bag. Started car and thought could step down for a minute and bow down in the temple (luckily no early morning calls today). Stopped for a while where the road turns. With the same hustle, removed my sandals and entered inside the temple.                 The moment I entered inside, the only person present inside left; making room for me. A room with the only curtain half closed and still filled with bright reflections of the sun rays. My heartbeats echoed in the space. As soon as I made an eye contact with the idol, it seemed unhappy. In the fraction of a second, I entered the different space. There was nothing between my eyes and His. And even without any thought being executed, I felt as if I have failed on my final day confrontation.     ...

Some stories don't have tangible outcomes but are very important to exist. Those who know me for years have an idea that I went to Chandigarh for one month for an official assignment before 9 years – almost a decade. There is also a blog series in my blog written at that time. And for those who don't know me, might think what's the big deal in that? It was after all not a foreign assignment or NASA project I should boast about. There are few reasons why it was different: I was the only female member who would be travelling and working there. I had to work mostly in a warehouse in a remote area covered by only fields in few kilometres of periphery. People said, “It is unsafe”; my parents denied. Some said I won't find a Jain food there. I was in a process to find a groom and this could create a bad impression. Etc… etc... But I knew I had to go. My manager asked me, "Are you sure you would go?". I said yes. My father asked me, "Can...

It was the eve of the full Moon and I was staring at the sky from my balcony few days back. My son was sleeping inside the room and my husband was talking to someone. Moon was very bright that night. It is a rainy season now and sky keep changing its colors frequently. Sometimes it is heavily loaded with clouds and after some rain, it is clean as if feeling light hearted after crying with a friend.     But that night, sky was different. Clouds were looking like cousins of sand dunes : different in color and address but same in design. Moon was shining brightly through the clouds.    I was thinking about my moon, my heart who was sleeping inside the room. These days it seems I am not thinking about him the way I was thinking for him when he was 2. He has become more independent and started having his own choices and preferences. It may sound strange but true. Now I keep thinking more about rather worried about improving his habits, behaviour etc. He has cro...

Happy  7 th  anniversary to my husband and me of course..!! :D 2 sayings existing on the nuptial bond and both are on extremes. First one is 7 year itch and the second one is 7 janamo ka bandhan (Bond of 7 lives). Where the first one is a psychological term that suggests that happiness in a relationship declines after around year seven of a marriage. And we are crossing this border today. :O. What we will do now?. Lack of interest & Lack of happiness? Or lake of interest & lake of happiness? (Infidelity is out of syllabus anyway). And the second one is our very traditional 7 vows following for 7 lives… May what come I am not going to leave you and I want you as my spouse for next 7 incarnation (I always think when someone says so if they know exactly which number of incarnation are they currently in? :-/ ). Where are we standing my husband in these 2? 7 year itch – We are crossing this today. As such we know each other for 23 years as on the ...

Often while playing with my son I hurt myself. Playing does not mean carrom or football, but anonymous games.. Like fighting with sword (he takes a sword and I take its cover and we battle like Bajirao), then the next game is to   challenge one to come out of bed boundaries and the other will stop the first one or play musical chair while the spinner spins and do cheating to sit on the chair first. These baseless games are important because talks of worldliness sometimes makes us lose track of life. Many a times while playing these intelligent games it may so happen that his head strikes with my face, my sharp tooth cut into my lip from inside and it starts bleeding immediately. My upper teeth at corners are slightly(??) outwards (for which I felt embarrassed in teen age and also wore braces, but after getting some genuine compliments I do not feel the same today and anyways I feel your natural design is always best suited for you :-)). So because of my denture design I s...

     Yesterday there was a power cut for 5 minutes around 10 PM at my place. My 5 year old son was playing at neighbour's home. As soon as lights suddenly turned off, the very next moment my son's thought came to my mind. Although he was safe, I know in the dark he must have needed me by him. I searched for my phone on nearby table, and in the mobile light rushed out of my home looking for my son. Luckily he was playing outside in the garden area and he had worn a t-shirt with letters written in green radium in the centre of the t-shirt. I had no problem figuring him out and immediately hugged him. He was not crying but I felt he needed that hug.      After five minutes when power was back, I told him that I can find you even in the dark as you have light in the centre of your t-shirt. So if at all there is a power cut again, don't get frightened. To which he replied everyone has a light in their heart. I was shocked....

Drawn by the words,  nothing else but words.  Give me flowers,  impress me with gifts,  but what strikes the most,  are the words in tags.  Open sky and the moon so bright,  fingers entwined and you so near,  heart sings million melodies,  which you utter close to my ear.  Your eyes communicate  sometimes more than words,  reason is the words you said  or the ones you hold to express.  The words you hold to express  reach to me unbelievably,  they are not just alphabets  they are thoughts with intensity.  Seems like words also  have their own aura,  they create the magic  and you ride tora tora.  And there are words  that I keep safe with me,  like a super locker  with precious jewelry.  There are times  when I open these locks,  to unlock my happiness  by revisiting those words.  Words make the books,...