Yeh shaam mastani...

It was Five in the evening as we half slept and half watched a movie on a lazy sunday afternoon. A sudden rush of enthusiasm ran through me. Lets pack up some snacks and carry some tea to the lake, I blurted. It had been a while since we last drove to a water reservoir 20 kms down to see the beautiful colours of the sky and the lake as the sun went down for the day. At first, A was thought it was one of my silly blaberings. But soon he realized it wasn't as I headed off to the put the ingredients for the tea onto the stove. And shortly, we were driving to the lake singing our hearts out...

The sun had just started to sink as I poured us some tea and opened a pack of snacks. It was a moment which could have looked nothing more than ordinary to a fellow passerby, but for the two of us it was special as we sat together sharing a beautiful view and sipping some tea as we conversed.    

Life’s Beautiful!

Probably sounds like someone mocking at you with a sly grin. But Life's duplicitous and that’s how it’s meant to be – after all there can’t be sunshine without a sunset. We breathe countless moments without realizing how beautiful and special they are; but once the moment is gone, we long for them in our hearts. How foolish it is! I realized I didn’t want to make a mistake by losing myself in this mad rush or losing mind over inane things, but rather but sit back and take notice of little things in life, learn to appreciate them. 

After all it's one life to live, one life to love! And yes, Life is beautiful with all its imperfections…

A dialogue with myself

Who am I? I find myself asking. No I haven’t lost my memory yet! On a more serious note, too many yet too few words – a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend, a career-driver woman, a home maker and so on; but that would rather be what role I play in a given social context, how good or bad I am; but that would depend on perspective which too doesn’t sound very reasonable, maybe it is what I have accomplished; but this would be what I have rather than who I am, or is it my conscience and emotional quotient which define how I respond to various stimuli; probably but not in entirety.

When I was younger, I was so sure of who I was, until a day came when I realized I had transformed into someone I never knew – for good or for worse. It was a strange feeling of contradiction after having seen the goodness in me as well as the meanness.  With time I came to terms with my own self. I learnt. I forgave. I realized I had only one ‘me’ to love and there was no escaping that fact. While some change over a period of time some, evolve. Someday when I’m done, I would rather believe, I evolved.