Category: Life

  • My Mom, My Superwoman

    Until a few years ago, I was one of the many who regarded ‘mental illness’ as a temporary state of mind – that phase when you feel abysmal. But then…my whole world came crashing down, and I knew how real it was. My mother was suddenly acting ‘unnatural’. The diagnosis was to be – Acute Paranoid Psychosis, aka Schizophrenia.

    Throwback to my yonder years that witnessed my mom working incessantly for her family for 30 years. She was always the silent kind, making adjustments for everybody who crossed her path so that they would be comfortable. All through those agonizing years of juggling work pressures, raising children, supporting a family and handling a legal land case on her own, she never backed off. She endured it all without a word; all the while, I and my sister were the helpless spectators, but we respected her immensely for keeping her cool. Unfortunately, we didn’t realize that under this seemingly calm exterior, she was suffering…silently…all these years.

    And then that day gave her a blow – the last one that she could take. The memories of that day are vivid, dark and haunting. They play reruns on my mind although they are a decade behind me now. An eviction notice from the land case, directing us to vacate the only place we knew as ‘our home’, cracked the threshold of my mother’s sanity. She was shocked and so were we. But nothing could prepare us for the days that followed…

    A few days after the legal notice, I and my family realized that my mom was not being her normal self. Initially, we thought that the stress of building a new life all over again had taken a toll on her. Understandably so; my sister had tied the knot recently and I was in my final year of Engineering. Yesterday we had a house; today we had nowhere to go. Both my parents had retired from their service, so buying a house was a distant dream. It was a classic recipe for a mental breakdown. However, the gravity of the situation did not strike us till we started losing our mom to another world. Her imaginary world was far from our reality.

    She started talking about people who were following her because she did not give up the land case – they were allegedly after her life. She saw people across the road, holding a gun in their hand, ready to shoot her when she would step out of the house. She could hear voices from the alarm clock that were plotting to kill her; apparently she thought the clock had a sound recording chip fitted inside by an ‘enemy’ who was spying on her. At first, we believed her. Of course we had to. She was the one who taught us to believe in the power of good and evil. And after all that had happened over the last couple of days, I and my family could only see and expect the worse in everything around us.

    We called all our close relatives to comfort her, but none of our efforts were helping her see the world as we did. The world was closing in on her as she could see it. Gradually, the line between reality and illusion vanished. She was hallucinating. We couldn’t believe this was happening to us. My ever-so-loving mom was distancing herself from us. I can’t explain the void me and my sister felt when our mom stopped caring for us. One night she woke up and thought that we were trying to harm her. That was the brink of our agony.

    For all those who aren’t aware how difficult it can get to seek medical help for people with acute stress-related disorders, let me tell you, it is a harrowing experience. You are trying to convince a person – who has absolutely no faith in you – to visit another person (Doctor) who is ‘hired’ to harm them. The doctor had advised us that she could get violent, harm herself or even us if anything goes against her ideas of right and wrong. So, we knew it was not going to be easy, but we were definitely not going to give up on her. We had to be a part of her imaginary world, plot and play our characters to make her believe us…to believe our story. Any slip at this point meant we would have lost her trust, and our only hope to bring her back to reality.

    I still get goosebumps as I write about the day we had to play out the climax of our story, the day when we had to take her to the hospital to begin her therapy and treatment. I told her I had a bad headache and rested my head on her lap; I just wanted to feel her warmth before she left us for the next few days. I was aching for her gentle touch, but silently knew that she was beyond any emotions. But…I would only call it the unfailing love of my mom, when she rested her hand on my head, as if unknowingly reassuring me that everything was going to be alright. That day I cried like her little baby, hiding my head in her lap. Deep down, she was still with us and that instant I knew that we were going to have our mother back.

    While she was recuperating at the hospital, all her schizophrenic memories had been wiped clean. We were relieved that she wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath of those difficult moments later in her life, but being who she was, she was still troubled. She was upset because I had to face such difficult times during my university exams. Now that’s my mom; indifferent to what turmoil she had been through, only worrying about her loved ones!

    Almost a month of hospital stay, counselling, medications and therapies later, she was home as herself! And I am glad that I could welcome her back with my results – I had topped my university exams, hoping that my mom would forgive herself for the guilt she did not deserve. Not one bit.

    Love you mom…You’re a true inspiration for your daughters. You’re our HERO.

    – By Swapna Naik Kamble

  • The circle of Life

    In the bustling city of Panipat, lived a man named Samant. He was known for his cunning ways and his selfishness knew no bounds. Samant would manipulate others to fulfill his desires, leaving a trail of broken trust and shattered hearts behind him. He believed that he was invincible, immune to the consequences of his actions.One fateful day, Samant crossed paths with an old beggar . The frail man sat on a street corner, his weathered face reflecting a lifetime of hardships. Unfazed by his pitiful appearance, Samant mocked him, kicking dirt in his direction before striding away, satisfied with his cruel act.Little did Samant know, karma had taken notice of his actions. From that moment on, a series of misfortunes began to befall him. His once thriving business crumbled, his friends turned their backs on him, and his health deteriorated. No matter how hard he tried to regain control, everything seemed to slip through his fingers like sand.

    Desperate and broken, Samant sought solace in solitude. He retreated to a small cottage on the outskirts of the city, reflecting on the path he had chosen. Remorse gnawed at his conscience, and he longed for a chance to make amends.One day, while wandering through a nearby forest, Samant stumbled upon a wonded animal. Its eyes pleaded for help, and he couldn’t ignore its suffering. With gentle care, he nursed the creature back to health, dedicating himself to its recovery.As days turned into weeks, Samant found solace in his newfound purpose. His self-centeredness gradually faded away, replaced by empathy and compassion. He began volunteering at local shelters, extending kindness to those who needed it most.

    In time, the tides of fortune turned. Samant”s business flourished, and he regained the respect and trust of his peers. The people he had once harmed found it in their hearts to forgive him, moved by his transformation.Samant learned a valuable lesson through his journey of karma. He realized that every action, no matter how small, carries consequences that ripple through the tapestry of life. He had witnessed firsthand the power of redemption and the transformative nature of kindness.From that day forward, Samant dedicated himself to spreading positivity, hoping to inspire others to embrace compassion and choose a path of goodness. He became a beacon of light in the city of Seredipity, reminding all who crossed his path that karma, though sometimes slow, always finds its way back, rewarding or repaying our actions in due time.

  • “Laughter in Chaturpuri”

    “Laughter in Chaturpuri”

    Once upon a time, in the lively village of Chaturpuri, there lived three friends named Ravi, Mohan, and Meera. They were known throughout the village for their love of laughter and their knack for finding humor in every situation. Their mischievous adventures often took them to the most unexpected places, and this story is no exception.

    One sunny day, Ravi, Mohan, and Meera decided to explore the famous Ha-Ha Hills located on the outskirts of Chaturpuri. Legend had it that these hills were filled with the magic of laughter, making anyone who visited burst into fits of giggles.

    Excited by the prospect of a good laugh, the trio packed a picnic basket with tasty snacks and set off on their adventure. As they reached the entrance of Ha-Ha Hills, they noticed a sign that read, “Enter and be ready to giggle!”

    Curiosity sparked, Ravi, the joker of the group, led the way. Suddenly, they heard a peculiar sound coming from behind the bushes. It was none other than Kavi, the mischievous spirit of the Ha-Ha Hills, who loved to play tricks on unsuspecting visitors.

    Kavi, a little imp with a twinkle in his eye, materialized before them. He introduced himself with a mischievous grin, “Greetings, my dear friends! I am Kavi, the guardian of Ha-Ha Hills. Prepare yourselves for a hilarious adventure!”

    With a wave of his hand, Kavi transformed Ravi into a bumbling clown, Mohan into a singing parrot, and Meera into a dancing peacock. The friends couldn’t believe their eyes, but they couldn’t help but laugh at their own ridiculous appearances.

    Ravi, now the bumbling clown, stumbled and tripped over his oversized shoes, making everyone burst into laughter. Mohan, the singing parrot, began crooning funny Bollywood tunes, causing people to dance along. Meera, the dancing peacock, gracefully twirled and fluttered her feathers, captivating everyone with her hilarious moves.

    As the trio explored the hills, they stumbled upon a grove filled with enchanted objects. Each object had a funny twist, like a talking coconut that told hilarious jokes, a ticklish tree that made anyone who touched it burst into laughter, and a sneezing statue that sprayed water on unsuspecting passersby.

    Kavi, thoroughly entertained by their reactions, couldn’t help but join in on the fun. He transformed himself into a mischievous monkey and swung from branch to branch, causing everyone to laugh even harder. The hills echoed with their joyous giggles and cheerful banter.

    After a day filled with laughter and unforgettable moments, Kavi bid them farewell. With a flick of his tail, he returned Ravi, Mohan, and Meera to their original forms. But the memories of their hilarious adventure in the Ha-Ha Hills would forever remain in their hearts.

    From that day forward, Ravi, Mohan, and Meera embraced their mischievous sides even more, spreading laughter and merriment throughout Chaturpuri. They became the beloved jesters of the village, known for their infectious humor and unforgettable pranks.

    And so, the trio taught everyone in Chaturpuri that laughter is the best medicine. Even in the face of life’s challenges, a good laugh can lift spirits and bring people closer. As their laughter echoed through the colorful streets of Chaturpuri, they knew their friendship and their love for laughter would forever be cherished by the village.

    Learning: Embrace the Joy of Laughter.

    Remember to seek out moments of laughter, for in doing so, we unlock the true magic of life. May the spirit of laughter forever dance within our hearts, just as it did in the lively village of Chaturpuri.

  • The Enchanted Lighthouse

    The Enchanted Lighthouse

    Once upon a time, in a small coastal village, there stood a lighthouse known as the Enchanted Lighthouse. The villagers believed it held mystical powers and served as a guardian to their shores. Legends told of its ability to guide lost ships safely to harbor through stormy nights and treacherous waters. But what the villagers didn’t know was that the lighthouse was also home to a secret magical creature.

    The creature was a lonely, mischievous pixie named Elara. With shimmering wings and a mischievous smile, she spent her days hidden away in the lighthouse, casting enchantments on passing ships, and observing the lives of the villagers from afar. But despite her magical abilities, Elara longed for companionship.

    One stormy night, as the waves crashed violently against the shore, a ship found itself caught in the perilous grip of a tempest. The captain, fearing for the lives of his crew, looked to the Enchanted Lighthouse for guidance. As if hearing his plea, Elara sensed the ship’s distress and sprang into action.

    Using her magic, Elara illuminated the lighthouse’s beacon with an otherworldly brilliance, guiding the ship away from the treacherous rocks. The crew marveled at the miraculous intervention, unaware of the tiny pixie responsible for their salvation.

    Filled with gratitude, the captain returned the following day, determined to uncover the mystery behind the Enchanted Lighthouse’s powers. As he climbed the winding staircase, he discovered Elara, her wings fluttering with excitement.

    Intrigued by her presence, the captain struck up a conversation with Elara, and over time, they forged an unlikely friendship. Elara shared her tales of magical adventures, and the captain recounted his voyages across distant seas. They laughed, they cried, and they learned from each other’s experiences.

    News of the captain’s newfound friendship with Elara spread throughout the village, and soon the villagers embraced the idea of a magical creature in their lighthouse. The Enchanted Lighthouse became a symbol of hope, reminding everyone of the power of friendship and the magic that exists in even the most unexpected places.

    As the years passed, Elara’s bond with the captain grew stronger, and the Enchanted Lighthouse continued to protect the village with its guiding light. The villagers celebrated their connection to the magical world, and stories of their extraordinary friendship passed down through generations.

    The Enchanted Lighthouse became a beacon not only for lost ships but also for lost souls, reminding all who encountered it that friendship and kindness could bring light into the darkest of times.

  • The Neighbourhood Of Many Artists

    I will tell you a story. It has no beginning no ending. It is a story about how some people come into your life and make it worth living. When your problem is not only yours but theirs too. With every step, they are walking side-by-side. 

    In a quaint little town, there lived a girl named Maria. She was a delicate soul, battling schizophrenia. Despite her inner struggles, Maria possessed a remarkable talent for art. Her creativity flowed like a river, manifesting in vivid paintings and intricate sculptures.

    Every day, Maria immersed herself in her artwork, seeking solace in the world she created on canvas. Her paintings were a reflection of her innermost emotions, each stroke telling a story only she could understand. They were a glimpse into her kaleidoscope mind.

    One day, as Maria ventured outside for inspiration, she stumbled upon a young boy named Alex. His warm smile and kind eyes instantly captivated her. Unbeknownst to Maria, Alex had a unique gift of his own. He possessed an innate ability to understand people and connect with their deepest thoughts and emotions.

    Curiosity sparked between the two kindred spirits. Alex recognized Maria’s extraordinary talent and was determined to help her on her journey. With his gentle guidance, he encouraged her to embrace her creativity and channel her inner demons into her art.

    Together, Maria and Alex embarked on a remarkable journey, exploring the depths of Maria’s imagination. They delved into whimsical worlds filled with vibrant colors, fantastic creatures, and surreal landscapes. Alex’s presence grounded Maria, allowing her to navigate her tumultuous mind with newfound clarity.

    As they continued their journey, Maria’s art evolved. Her pieces became a testament to her resilience, expressing not only her struggles but also her triumphs and aspirations. The town’s people marveled at Maria’s artwork, mesmerized by the raw emotions they conveyed.

    With each passing day, Maria’s confidence grew. She discovered that her condition did not define her, but rather added depth to her perspective. Her art became a beacon of hope for others who faced similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their unique talents.

    In the end, Maria’s creative spirit and the unwavering support of Alex enabled her to transcend her limitations. She became a living testament to the power of art and compassion. Together, Maria and Alex proved that sometimes, the most extraordinary journeys are not the ones we take alone but the ones we embark on with the helping hands of kindred souls.

  • Chronicles of Life

    Today was awful. Slaughterers had marked their presence by the break of dawn; they were bargaining about the price with their father. Malu kept moving her miserable gaze around all the people there; she kept caressing her beloved children all while screeching nonstop. She must have sensed that she would soon be abandoned. It must have reminded her of that day when these same barbarians came and bargained, just like today. That day she was so unbothered; she must have thought what could go wrong for me in my own home, but she was utterly wrong. The commotion must have reminded her of the day when these same slaughterers mercilessly took our beloved children away from her, those poor little souls. She was shrieking with the horrid thought of once again losing her beloved children. Alas! This day, the haggling was over her price; they were negotiating her price. Eventually her price was decided, the deal was made, Abhin’s father shook hands with those barbarians, and Abhin witnessed all this silently. He could not say anything; he did not have the right to. Malu was taken out with her three children. She did not realise until she was close to the butcher’s vehicle that she was being shifted from her home.

    She stopped. Abhin’s vision was blurring from his own tears; those three years flashed in front of him in just a moment. He took a trip down memory lane. On a hot afternoon, he was fighting with his father. “College?” His father shouted, “completing school is enough; you will come to the fields with me from tomorrow and work with me”. Father followed the ‘janmi kudiyan’ tradition in the family: the oldest one was the head of the family, the one that gave orders; the others should follow it without a question and with submission. Abhin was quiet. His father roared at his sister, “Is he dumb? Why is he mute? Why is he not answering me?”. Abhin’s sister Bhadra; after their father, was the one with the voice in the family, rather than a sister, she was a mother for the young boy whose mother left them long before. “Acha”, Bhadra softly called their father and told him, “He wants to study further; wouldn’t it be nice if we fulfilled it? Let him study”. The father turned red from anger and said, “Study? You want to listen to this idiot and let him loose? No! Absolutely not!” he again shouted. “There will not be change in what I said, you will join me in the field and work with me” father adjourned. Abhin with his teary eyes yelled back with grief, “No, I will continue my studies no matter what anyone says”, he said choking on his own words, the little boy was whimpering. Father was furious, his self esteem was questioned by the fragile boy, until today no one had objected him, but today for the first time this little fellow was opposing him. Father screamed at him,” You-are a cheater, you are extremely selfish, from this moment you are nothing to me, we no longer have any relation. Get out of my house!”. Bhadra begged to he; father, ” Acha, he is a child, where will he go? I will talk to him and make him understand”. Father left in anger. Bhadra held her brother and began assuring him that father was just angry and everything would be fine once he cooled down. Abhin told her, “Chechi, I want to study”, and with that, he burst into tears. “Don’t worry. We can fix it” said Bhadra. The family quarrel affected  their father immensely, Abhin did not have a mother, poor child never really asked for anything, this was the first time he asked for something from his father and it turned out woeful. Father sat down and thought, “My anger and lashing out unnecessarily are affecting my family”, he sighed.

    “It has been ten long  days since I talked to my son”, thought the father. Abhin was not having his meals; all that the poor boy wanted was to study further. The father was ready to let him, but his pride prevented him from saying it out loud to his son. “Why am I so ashamed to talk to my own son? After all, he was my own, right? No! I can’t,” the father kept babbling. He got up abruptly and started leaving, as if he had found a way to solve this misery.

    “Abhi, Abhi,” Bhadra called out to her brother as if to convey something joyous. “Where is this boy?”, she murmurs to herself. Then came his answer: “I am here; why are you yelping like this? What happened?”, he inquired. Abhin came down from the attic; he was busy counting the coconuts stored there. Bhadra excitedly took Abhi with her, saying, “Come with me and see what father has brought home”, She took him to the stable. He tried to protest, saying that he had work to be done, but she did not let him go. There was a new guest in the stable—a little, naughty, and beautiful goat. It had been Abhi’s wish for ages. Father approached him with a grim face and said, “Abhi, you have to look after this little one; don’t starve it when you go for your studies. She is your responsibility!” his father exclaimed grimly. Father went out, and Abhin’s face flushed with joy. His happiness knew no limits; his father started talking to him, gave him permission to study, and even gave him a little bundle of joy. She brought so much happiness into his life. He held the little goat closer and asked his sister, “What should we call her?”, then he thought for a while “Hmm, how about we name her Malu?”, ” You call her whatever you want to; after all, she is your responsibility,” Bhadra said and went into the kitchen.

    Through the next three years, Malu became his companion. Malu became a mother, and her child Manikutty also became a mother. Malu became a mother for a second and a third time. Abhin completed his studies, old age was taking its toll on their father, Bhadra got married, became a mother, and left to live with her husband. Now the stable had seven residents: Malu and her children. Abhin took over his father’s field, and although he could not shine like his father in the beginning, he would not give up that easily. Bhadra, who was equal to his mother, was now settled down with a family of her own. 

    But nothing was permanent; all the happiness they were experiencing was about to be destroyed. On one fine day came the message that turned their lives upside down. “Abhin! Abhin! Where is everyone?” It was Suresh, Abhin’s close friend, whom they all called Pankan. “Why are you shouting, Panka? Did someone die here?” Abhin asked, rather annoyed. Pankan was exhausted from the run; he was wheezing and hence could not speak. Father came out coughing after hearing the commotion and enquired why Pankan was shouting. Pankan was catching his breath and could not utter a word. Abhin felt a tremor in his heart. Something was wrong. He grabbed Pankan with anticipation. “Panka, will you say something? What happened?”. Pankan broke the news: “Bhadra had an accident; the village hospital refuses to take her in and was told to take her to the hospital in the town. You have to come with me; your brother-in-law is alone there and is struggling with that infant child in his arms “. The father grabbed Pankan with anger and anticipation. “What happened to my child? Tell me”.  “Leave him alone”, Abhin separated them and made his father sit down. Abhin wanted to know what happened to his sister and why they had to take her to the hospital in town, so he asked Pankan. Then came Pankan’s reply: “Bhadra was fetching water from the well, but all of a sudden the walls of the well crumbled and she fell in; she is unconscious now. People from the village hospital said she had fractured her skull and ribs. For going to the town hospital, we would need a car, but only Dineshan has one in this village, and he has gone to his wife’s home. When there wasn’t any way, your brother-in-law had to take Bhadra to the town, along with their child, in a bullock cart. We have to hurry up!”. Pankan took Abhin and rushed him to the hospital in a bullock cart. 

    There was a long 40-kilometre distance to the hospital. It has been 7 hours since Bhadra lost her consciousness. It was dawn when they reached the hospital. Abhin saw his brother-in-law sitting there holding his child; he seemed lost and broken. He could not say a word. The nurse was scolding him, “You unscrupulous! How could you bring this bleeding girl in a bullock cart? She lost the child in her womb; we could not save it.” And that’s when we got to know that Bhadra was pregnant for a second time. The main nurse went away to the doctor’s chamber, muttering something to herself. Abhin saw his brother-in-law breaking down; he was crying in agony: “I lost my child”, “Bhadre” he called out to his wife, “we lost our child”, Pankan tried to calm him down, but Abhin was completely perplexed. The child was gone, but I have to save my sister at any cost, Abhin decided. The doctor came and gave them another shock: “She is in a critical condition; we will have to operate her in order for her to survive. You have to pay five lakhs today if you want the operation to happen by tomorrow morning”. Abhin was broke. His mind was occupied by the thought of bringing the five lakhs and saving his beloved sister. He did not know how or from where he would bring the money; all he knew was that he had to save his sister. No,  she was not just his sister but his mother; he would save her. Abhin woke from his despair.

    “They married out of love; his brother-in-law had no one other than them. He worked on the field with his father; he was a good farmer and a good person. And so when she told them they were in love, we married her off to him without a second thought. They were very happy. No, there was no time to waste thinking about all this; it would do no good. All that his brother-in-law had was the house that they lived in; no, that could not be mortgaged. Where would they live after all this ends? Me and my father could survive even if we were left in the street, but she should live happily. As long as I have the heart to work, I won’t have to live on the streets”, thinking all this Abhin rushed back home. He told his father everything, and the old man fell into despair. He sat down and started to weep. But Abhin rebuked him, saying, “Acha it is not the time to cry; even if we have to sell everything, we have to do it and save her”. His father agreed with him and told him to do what was necessary to save her. The patriarch has lost his old courage and pride; old age is wearing him down. He is weeping quietly. Abhin asserted something; he went out and found the land broker. “If you want to sell immediately, you might not get the full value; if it is urgent, I will bring a buyer,” the broker said. Abhin had no time to argue over the price; Bhadra’s life was at stake; the price was her life.

    “I will give four and a half lakhs for the land and the house; will you sell it to me?”, asked the buyer. Abhin was mortified. There was a decent price for everything. Five acres of fruitful and lush land and a house built by the ancestors that resembled a palace, Abhin remembered the time when the filmmakers from town took an interest in the house and were ready to give 10 lakhs, but his father denied it and chased them away for evaluating his property. “If you agree on this price, I will buy it; I will give you the money, and the paperwork can be done after 2 days”, the buyer asserted. “There is a fair price for everything”, Pankan tried to interfere. The buyer did not like it; he was adamant in his stand. Abhin looked at his father; he was completely ruined. “These scoundrels were taking advantage; no, there is no bargain over my sister’s life”, Abhin thought. “I agree,” said Abhin. By four in the evening, the buyer had brought the said amount, but it was not enough; they were short of fifty thousand more. He ran to the hospital with the money he had and begged the doctor, but he refused to operate without remitting the full amount. Abhin felt like killing everyone and running away, but he could not; he had to save his sister. Abhin gave the four and a half lakh to the doctor and requested that he carry on the operation and that he  remit the remaining amount after the operation. After his constant pleas, the doctor agreed. The doctor warned him to pay the remaining amount right after the operation; he assured him that he would not cheat and that he would not play with his sister’s life. It was seven in the evening; she will be operated at seven in the morning tomorrow. The hospital staff were making his brother sign some papers. He was illiterate, but Abhin knew what it was. It was a surgical consent form that stated that if something happened to her, the hospital wouldn’t be responsible. No,  he wouldn’t let something bad happen to her. He left Pankan at his brother-in-law’s side and went back after deciding something. Soon after he came, his father asked about the episode in the hospital. “What are you saying, son?  Tomorrow, after the paperwork are done we will have to leave this house. How are we going to pay them fifty thousand more?” Father asked, to which Abhin remained quiet, “Don’t stress me out in this old age, son tell me what we are supposed to do”. With teary eyes, Abhin replied, “On my way here, I met with the butcher Mammad; he will be here with his people. You decide on their price and let them go”. Father was baffled. “What are you saying, Abhi? We took care of them as if they were our own children. How are we supposed to give them away, that too as meat?”. Abhin kept quiet for a second. “I have to save my sister Acha” he said, and he went into his room, closing the door behind him. There was only a lingering silence.

    “Abhi! Abhi! Are you sleeping in this broad daylight? Come out and help me get them onboard!” Mammad shouted from outside. Abhin woke up from the noise and came to his senses. Malu was standing back facing the vehicle, with a hesitant look. Mammad was mercilessly tugging on Malu’s rope and dragging her away. Abhin called out to Mammad and told him, “stop! I will shift her into the carriage”. Abhin took the rope, held her in his embrace for the last time and kissed her a final goodbye, saying, “Forgive me, Malu; you are the only person I have to apologise to in my life, and I will always be grateful to you”. Malu and her children—all of them—were loaded into the carriage and sent away.

    Even when everyone, including the children, were crying, Malu was silent. She stuck her head out of the carriage and kept looking at Abhin; this broke Abhin’s heart more. At that moment, Pankan came on his bullock cart with the message that the operation was successful and Bhadra was safe. Abhin once again looked at Malu, who was still looking at him silently from the carriage, and she went away. She came into his life as his luck, she brought him abundant happiness, solving one of the biggest crises in his life, and today she left him while solving yet another crisis in her own life.

    The crisis was averted, but Abhin was not at peace; he was not happy; all he was feeling was pain. One day we will lose anything and everything that we love so dearly. Nothing in life is permanent. Abhin lay down on the veranda and slept for awhile, maybe for the very last time in his house.

  • The Unexplainable Youth

    You know how life is! Unexpected, unpredictable, and anonymous. It’s like our lives are forever in incognito mode nobody knows what’s going on apart from you. All the deepest darkest secrets are kept secure in your secret locker, your heart. Which you show to only a handful of people or the ones you call your inner circle. They know it all!

    As a girl in her early 20s, I see the world differently. I mean, everybody has their perspective on living. But there’s one thing I can bet on that is similar for everybody, and that is a special someone with whom you can be you, with zero filters. Putting it simply, imagine a world with only you and your special one. No hesitation, no boundaries, no toxicity. Just love, affection, and the joy of togetherness.

    I know you might think this is all a fantasy and a fake reality we all want to be a part of. But you cannot deny that you desire this fabrication to become a reality one day. A person with whom you can be you, the one with whom you can share everything without hesitating, the one with whom you can be intimate. Don’t you?

    As an aspiring youth, I want to follow my dreams, yet I cannot let myself not explore the other side of this garden, alias life. A garden in full bloom, bearing the flowers of the purest feeling, of love.

    I know it can be hurtful, distressing, and upsetting. But am I not supposed to give myself a chance, am I not supposed to consider myself a visitor to the garden, or am I the one to be by the herbaceous borders?

    Do you know how there’s a king and a queen in a fairytale? Well, of course, I am the queen of my story, but I never regretted the absence of my king.

    But things change.

    As of now, it’s like I don’t own my story anymore. Absurd right? I felt the same way after seeing him for the first time.

    His gentle touch makes me shiver, his voice makes me quiver, and his glance makes me wanna dive into the deep ocean of his hazelnut eyes. I feel like I am a part of the garden now, or my story might also have a happy ending.

    But soon enough, I had a realization about my king’s desires, his wants, and his fancies. Which, to be clear, are very opposite to mine. But still, there’s something that is holding me back. What is it?

    This is one thing I often ask myself, and I am mostly left with the conclusion that this might be love. This fairytale is indeed a complicated one for me. But here I am again, hoping for good and looking for that ray of sunshine where I can finally choose the best for me.

    I don’t know! It’s too much to think at once. Because you never know what might come your way, I believe one should always be ready for a surprise.

    I will not bore you more with my thoughts, but before I sign out, I would like to ask something. Do you fear exploring the other side of the garden as well? Furthermore, do you think it is as beautiful as we expect it to be?

    Or am I doing right holding onto that ray of hope?

  • Godsent

    Godsent

    The most life-changing thing that has ever happened at an airport with me was not related to an airport crush, some scandalous beef with a co-passenger, or any other conventional thing that pops up in your mind when you go to the airport.

    I had been at a very strange place in my life at that point in time, forget a job, I was unhappy with the career that I got into, and my love life was as fleeting and flickering, to sum it up, I was just unhappy. As a coping mechanism, when things start to go array, I usually book the first flight home that I can. Not because I need the comfort or the warmth, but because I need an escape, even if it is just temporary. Most things in my life are temporary. That is one topic I want to avoid. Anyway, this time the crisis was being unhappy with literally every aspect of my life here in Bangalore. I needed some of that vanilla cake that my mom baked and the late-night drives with my brothers. These were the only things I had been looking forward to for the past week.

    The cab ride to the airport that day was, very surprisingly, pleasant. Maybe it was the weather, the sunset, or the fact that I was going home, whatever the reason was, it started to feel like things would turn out to be just fine. However, the airport was unusually crowded for a reason I could not fathom. I mean, it was not a long weekend, or even a weekend, no holiday or festival was upcoming, whatever it was, I did not appreciate the long check-in lines and not finding a place to sit for almost 10 minutes. When I finally found one, I was approached by this middle-aged guy with spectacles, who looked like someone I might know. Moments later, when he was close enough for me to see him clearly, he indeed was someone I used to know.

    He recognized me too. “Anvita!” he said, “Where are you headed to?”

    “Home, sir, been a long time since I last visited, I think the homesickness is messing a little with my head,” I replied to my college professor, who was one of the few professors I actually respected.

    “Aah, understandable. How is the corporate world treating you? You know, Anvita, I never took you to be the corporate kind. Do not get me wrong, as much as I appreciate the stable source of a 10-digit income, I always thought you had a calling for art, literature, and all things poetic.”

    It baffled me how he casually just put some salt on my wounds, without having an idea that I could burst into tears when I think about it for too long. I became what I despised the most. I became what I feared the most. I don’t remember the last time I read a book, and that sent a chill down my spine, because how could one lose sight of what they always were, how could one lose themselves? The thoughts that had been deliberately locked away in my mind found their way out. For the past few months, I had been questioning my career, and my choices, but this one-minute interaction with Shamik sir had me questioning myself. He always did that during debate club meetings when he would bring in points of view that would have me questioning all my beliefs. This time it felt like he was a godsend to me. Why else would I reach the airport 2 hours early despite the traffic, why else would the boarding of his flight be delayed, why else would I find a seat at a completely different boarding gate? I was never a believer in signs from the universe or manifestations, but desperate people find faith, so now I took it as one.

    “I still have a calling for that, sir. I think the network is a bit problematic at the moment, but I believe I will find a way to make it work.” I said as casually as I could to not portray the storm that just raged on in my mind. The storm that eventually a year later made me start writing my first book, made me take poetry seriously, and made me read all the books I had been planning to but never found the time to. That day I realized that there is no point in waiting for a miracle, in hoping a story would come to me, or in complaining about everything that has been going wrong. That day, I was sent in the direction of finding myself, and I will forever be grateful for that. 

  • The Last Run

    So, this started in the summer of the 2020 when i was in my 11th grade. I was practically running after school and tutions and never had a time for hobbies, actually i forgot what were hobbies in the midst of those hectic days. The day started with 6.30am for getting to ready for school and ends with 1am after completing the assignment. At the beginning of the 11th grade I was too excited for entering the new phase of school life that’s the senior secondary and I was too excited to be a senior as well as motivated enough but soon with all those pressure of studies and tutions I started feeling devasted, sad and demotivated. I started feeling bored of all this running life. Running after school, running after tutions and running all day after one thing or other but all excitement of running after that I had at the beginning started to fade off within a few months. Soon, I started questioning why I am even running after all these and it was not like the last run that I will run in my life! After school, I have college to run after, then my professional life and even when I will be old enough I have to run hospitals only, when will these running after something will be over?! Of course, I just couldn’t ask these questions to my parents or anyone else, it was only in my mind. One day I was sitting the terrace and was star grazing, and since it was clear sky, the sky looked like a beautiful piece clothes embroided with a shiny stars. Though I was star grazing my mind kept skipping to the unanswered question of running after and that moment I understood, that our life is all about running after something. The fun part or exciting part of life lies in running after something only. If we stop running, our life will be super boring. Until we have something to run after, we have all the excitement. I felt that the journey of achieving something was more exciting than the destination itself. 

  • Unspoken love

    Unspoken love

    In the midst of the Covid- 19 pandemic, my 11th-grade year commenced at an esteemed military school in Rajasthan, where students from various corners of India gathered due to their fathers’ postings. It was an extraordinary time, and as I entered my economics class on the first day, my attention was immediately captivated by a new student wearing a mask. His mesmerizing eyes instantly seized my interest. With a reserved demeanor, he often kept to himself.

    Determined to break the ice, I approached him and introduced myself, attempting to lighten the mood with a joke that unfortunately fell flat. The encounter left me feeling rather embarrassed, but undeterred, I resolved to find ways to establish a connection with him. I diligently studied economics to assist him in comprehending the subject. Our initial friendship evolved into a complex dynamic as we began to engage in spirited debates, teetering between camaraderie and conflict. Despite his aloofness, he would seek my counsel on various matters. It was during these conversations that I discovered the restrictive and conservative nature of his parents, who were the primary influencers in his life. He confided in me that he only felt comfortable talking to his dog, and confiding in the moon and stars. I genuinely empathized with him and wanted him to know that I was there for him. Although we often argued, I found solace in the fact that he was opening up and sharing his thoughts, as he had previously been quite lonely.

    One day, he confessed that he couldn’t see a future for us. I understood his reservations and let him go, accepting that our paths may not align in the long run. Nonetheless, as we entered 12th grade, we remained friends despite our frequent quarrels. The whole school was aware of my feelings for him, yet he seemed oblivious, deliberately ignoring me at times.Deep down, I knew the reality of his circumstances. In the depths of my heart, I acknowledged that a future together was unlikely. I mustered the courage to tell him that I didn’t expect him to reciprocate my feelings, but I wanted him to know that I cared for him deeply. I wished for his happiness and hoped that he would one day find clarity in his own aspirations.

    After completing our schooling, we moved on to different colleges. I believed he had forgotten about me, but my love for him endured, and the memories we shared remained vivid in my mind. I often reminisced about our dreams, where we danced together on lonely streets at night, accompanied by the enchanting melody of Ed Sheeran’s song “Perfect.” It was an unrequited love, as he never expressed his feelings towards me. Despite this, I harbored no regrets for loving him. To me, love is a passion that cannot be adequately conveyed with words. It is an understanding of another person’s desires, the willingness to let them go and forge their own path in life. I yearned for him to find someone whom he could passionately love. As for myself, I have shifted my focus to personal growth, embracing my single status even as I enter the second year of college. He will always hold a special place in my heart as my first love.