Oh women… Its so difficult to be ONE

6:30 AM

*Stretching in joggers park*

Neighbor aunt: “Betaji, you must grow your nail and paint them in pretty colors”

Me: “Auntiji I play violin, I can’t grow nails”

Heart: “Oh shut up, you din do it even before”

9:15 AM

*In the car*

ME: “Get out quick, I am in hurry”

Friend: “Are you doing well these days? You haven’t done brows lately”

ME: “oh I forgot the salon appointment “

Heart: “Lier, you just skipped it for that stupid book”

12:30 PM

*Handing out the mithai dabba*

Colleague: “Here, wife delivered a baby girl”

ME: “Awwww congratulations J”

Heart: Take a tiniest bite

ME: But why? I love Jalebi

Heart: Remember for Ammu’s wedding you have picked a dress a size smaller.!

3:00 PM

*Something  strongly itches around waist, making excuse and rushing to loo*

ME: “F***, why the hell they stitches wash care label inside the shirt?”

Heart: “The designer must have felt, you might need to wash it anytime in case”

Me: “Really, like in middle of meeting I would just rip it off and put into machine”

5:55 PM

*After trying 13^th  shade of lipstick*

SA: “ma’am this looks perfect on you”

ME: “But I already have 3 nude in different brands”

Heart: “Yeah, SA says it enhance your facial feature “

ME: “She said it for all of them”

Heart: "But this nude makes your eye brighter"

8:00 PM

*Dressing up for date*

ME: dinner with him has to be the best thing of the day”

Heart: “Yeah, you gotta wear those new stilettos”

Me: “Oh no, no more heels, feel are already in pain”

Heart:”don’t be jerk, your leg looks so better in ‘em and remember his ex was an inch taller than you”

11:00 PM

ME:”I so wanna sleep peacefully”

Heart: “Did he notice your new earring??”

Oh women… Its so difficult to be ONE”

Silent Teacher

The setting sun is busy dyeing the color of a sky with his vividness and this room like any random day is crowded and felt like  long wait ahead, as always the smell of hospital was sickening for some reasons  more were the distressing than a happy faces around with busy staff in their routine chaos.  I sat their burying my eyes in my copy of Wuthering heights anticipating my turn shall not come any soon. Unable to read, I sat glancing at varied faces all around without realizing that I am eavesdropping in the conversation between two men sitting adjacent to me.

The young man in his late thirties was constantly mocking his little girl as to sit at one place and not to mess all around, watching this scene from last few minutes the old man next to him gestures at saying “it’s ok. She’s kid, let her play” ignoring these words the young man clutched his daughter hands tightly warned her again to maintain silence and send her off to her mother. I watch this girl frightened and running towards her mom I hear the young man turning to the old one and starts “Oh Sir, handling these daughters is big thing sir. Imagine, that too I have two two daughters. Firstly raise them up, provide all the things, educate them, spend on them and they will get married and go. No one to look after us in old age. What to do sir? Things would be different if I had a son; u might be having a son no sir. Lucky you sir” and as he says all this in one go ending the whole story with one big “pchhh” sound, I notice the old man nodding at him with a little smile and move back on his chair.

The time spent by there was awkward silence accept one or two mobile phone ringing and a receptionist calling out next patient’s name. after a while I saw one young lady in her finest of white Apron walking towards us. As she came closer to us, she smiled at old man held her hand to him and said “Come papa, Lets go home” as he got up to leave he turned to the young man patted his back and muttered “Its ok, Let her play” by then a very cute little girl came running to take his hands in her and said “I’ll Hold Nanu’s Hand”

I went on seeing them leaving until they faded from my sight, turning to younger man I noticed his daughter playing  gleefully with him. I couldn’t have felt any happier.

PS: Some people teach you so many things without saying much. Life in bites.:)

The Girl who owned a city

One of the summer evenings,

She sat in the balcony with cup of warm coffee

The buzzing uproar, gleaming lights and 100 of thoughts

Invaded her skull made her sank

in the beckoned memory of the city she would call her own.

She missed it all, she missed her city

Which beamed a happiness and smelled a pride

And every lane spread like a spring leaves

people speak the language of love

and it felt like heaven is just here..

where younger she ran in beautiful streets,

laughed, and danced her heart out

to the sound of delightfully pouring rain.

It was her city, her home, her reason to smile

Which let her spent her summer flying kites

Making friends and growing happy.

It was her city which would let her go and hold her back

And feel all the colors of the nature in one go

The city which looked angelic with every sunset

The smell of a monsoon spread to moon

nights were serene and hummed a lullaby

where she would fall asleep with peace in core

As she smiled she knew

she can call it her own,

where she cant wait to come back home..

(the city which never fail to surprise with its beauty – BELAGAVI, Eternal love)

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