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The Poetry of Life.

She awoke to the Tyndall effect the rays from the nearest star made in her small room. She could see the dust particles dancing around each other. She wondered how much of it was cosmic. She smiled.

On her way to work, she bought more than a couple of roses from the young boy at the crossing. The water drops shone like precious stones on the petals. She smiled.

She typed out the report she was to submit. As her fingers moved across the keyboard, the clicks rhythmically buzzed in her ears.  She thought of the electrons zigzagging through the silicon jungle within her laptop. She smiled.

She passed by a temple in the evening. She had never ventured into one. Yet, the smell of the incense sticks was her favourite. She smiled.

She popped corn kernels for a late night movie. The oil simmered and the kernels flowered with the pop, clonking against the lid. She smiled.

“She smiles easily,” they said.

Because. “Every atom has a poetry,” she thought.

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Graciously Yours!

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The Drop.

The old man had been unwell for more than a couple of days now. The fever wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t worried about himself though. He was worried about his garden. He’d newly planted Canna Lilies in them. They were Madam’s favourite. He would have instructed his helper how to care for them well but the helper was on leave. Either ways, he wasn’t too keen on his helper’s work.

This evening, he’d tried walking out to the garden but he barely managed to reach the door of his own room. The doctor had been called. He prescribed some medicines and assured it wasn’t anything to worry about. The old man chided the cook, “I told you so.”

It hadn’t rained for a week now. It was unusually hot. If it didn’t rain soon, his garden would start wilting. In a long time, he wished his helper was here. Or at least the rains were. Either wish seemed far from being realized.

His son was around the same age as his helper. Every time he saw his helper, it reminded him of his son; a reminder that wasn’t happy or heart-stopping, a reminder that was melancholic and heartbreaking. His son was a charm with plants, but didn’t see the charm in them. “I want to do something bigger,” he used to say.

But the old man didn’t know anything bigger. Sure enough, there were bigger businesses he knew about, like the one Sir and Madam were doing. But at the end of the day, even they would come and admire his work. “What was bigger then?”, he thought. Even after his son had started working in another city, he stayed back with Sir and Madam. They loved his work and he used to love working for them. They’d given him a place to stay in their servants quarters.

After the doctor left, he tried sitting up to look at what he could of his gardens. It was dim now post dusk and his feeble eyes didn’t help either. He spent his evening alternately watching the blades of the fan rotate and dozing.

Night fell early and in spite of having slept almost all day, he slept like a log through the night too. He awoke well after the Sun had risen. He was rolling in sweat and blankets. The fever had broken. He turned towards the window and there were drops of water clinging onto the grills of the window.


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Picture Courtesy : @main_samay_hoon on Instagram.

Hopeful, he went up to the window. It wasn’t an easy walk but far less painful than yesterday. Indeed, they were water droplets. As he stood in the pool of water below his window, his eyes saw moist and glistening grass outside his window. The flowers were gleaming and waving at him in the morning breeze. He was ecstatic. The God loved His work too!

Graciously Yours!

Rain.

Previous Word : Fire.

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As she walked out of her office, she was greeted by a gust of wind! She took her ear phones out to hear windows rattling and dust sweeping across. She needed to cool off after a long, bad day! A drop of water fell on her cheek. She saw a cab slow down. Her place was ten minutes away. She decided to walk down today.

He didn’t like rains. But he had to be home on time today. He and his umbrella were walking down the road in search of transport. The strong winds shook the umbrella like a leaf. Once. Twice. Thrice. By then the umbrella was useless and he was already wet. Disgusted, he folded his umbrella and kept walking down the ankle deep water. A car passing by at full speed on the pothole riled road sprayed dirty, brown water over him! He hated the rains.

Her boyfriend was working late tonight. She was home alone. She loved water. Sitting by the open window, sipping her coffee she felt the water droplets sprinkle across her face. The rain kept picking up pace. A lightning streak lit up the sky. It was followed by a thunder as strong! She shuddered. Pulling the curtains across the window, she went into her room to get her book and ear plugs.

He shivered with cold. The wind was getting colder. His skin was getting hotter. The tattered blanket he had was barely helping. The lights from the portico of the hotel nearby were inviting. He started dragging himself towards the hotel. There were cars coming in. The guards shooed him away. They wouldn’t even let him sit on the marble floor. He sat on the footpath, shivering, rain now seeping through his matted, unkempt hair.

Graciously Yours!

Life Notes #5.

A really tired me was rejuvenating today by looking out of the glass window of my office cabin, courtesy the only available cabin for auditors at my client office.

The visible main road houses the entrance to a pumping station where all day long huge tankers of the corporation come and collect water at the side of the road. The water from the 10 feet high pipe keeps pouring for a few minutes after the tanker drives away. One such tanker had just driven away and the water kept falling on the side of the road, when out of nowhere two street kids came along running and took place under the pipe.

Two kids, half naked, dancing under the water on a humid afternoon, for just a mere two minutes was such a blissful sight to watch! Another female, seemingly known to them came running with a can to fetch water and stood staring at them laughing all the while! 

Not a care in the world, no botheration about the stares they might be getting (from someone like me), no one to reprimand them. Just moments of pure joy and elation.

As soon as the water stopped, they immediately ran away in another direction. I do now know whether this is a regular feature or a one-time attraction but what I do know is that I just spent two minutes smiling at kids whom I may never meet in my life but they have left a long lasting impact on me.

Though I couldn’t see their smiles, I could feel the happiness radiating to me.

Note To Self : Even if you don’t have it all, try and find happiness in what you do have. After all, life doesn’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.

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Graciously (rejuvenated) Yours!

Ahh! The rains!

 

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The race between the drops,
The splash from the cars,
The feet kicking into the waters,
The water dripping from afar,
Reminds me of your smile,
Reminds me of your shrieks,
Reminds me of that laugh,
Reminds me of your dance!

It wasn’t before long,
I broke into a dance and song,
Reminiscing the moments spent,
Where to make me drenched you were hell bent.

I’m wet and completely at ease,
To you this would have been nothing less than a tease,
To watch me enjoy so much without you,
But who is to know that this is for you.

Graciously Yours!