A Letter from One Mother to Another

Originally posted on The Rahma Diaries:

Dear Irresponsible Migrant Mother,

What exactly were you thinking when you woke your children in the dead of the  night, picking up the baby still asleep?  Don’t you know how important it is for children to get enough sleep? They’ll be cranky during the day if they don’t sleep enough.  They won’t develop properly if you keep doing this.  Children need routine.  That baby you’re holding needs to be warm and comfortable, cocooned and safe, like a tiny bud, waiting to bloom in the morning. Those toddlers won’t be able to walk the miles you want them to in the black night in worn out shoes without a good night’s sleep.

What’s that? Speak up.  You had to travel at night? It was safer? It was quieter? There was less chance of being discovered? Less chance of being caught if it was dark and the threat that hung over you…

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Don’t flinch

Originally posted on Mashed Musings:

Don’t flinch.
Stare at three year old Aylan.
Stare at him lying on a beach, his face half buried in the wet sand.
Stare at his bright clothes.
Stare at his tiny hands, his shoes.
Stare at his future that drowned with him.
Stare at the million ways he could have been saved.

Don’t look away.
Feel numb. Feel hollow. Feel anything.
But don’t look away.
Don’t close the window hastily because you can’t see such pictures.
Don’t look away because you won’t be able to sleep.
Don’t thank god that this wasn’t your child.

Imagine this was your child.
Imagine that was your country you were running away from.
Imagine you holding your family, praying for a better future.
Imagine you holding their dead bodies, staring at the ocean.
Imagine you wishing the earth to break in million tiny pieces.

Imagine you are the police officer who picked him…

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Serene Tea Musings

Half a mug of water ,freshly set on the stove,

one spoon of dehydrated leaves ,mixed with the water above,

boiled a while ,and topped up with milk , turns into a concoction called tea

Image credit: http://snowbo2.deviantart.com/art/Teacup-sunset-154299713

What would my world be without Tea ? Sometimes when I think about it, I feel glad that I didn’t exist before tea was discovered! If the world does come to an end when I’m alive, I always hope it expires after tea time.

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Snakes, Mythology and Irish Coffee

Among UNESCO’s world heritage sites, is a place called Vitlycke museum. This places is home to a few ancient carvings that apparently depict ancient Nordic practices. The museum is housed in a district called “Tanumshede”, which falls between Goteborg and Oslo. Since I was at Goteborg for a business visit , I decided to visit Tanumshede on a beautiful , sunshiny saturday. I came back with one of the most wonderful experiences I would look back to and smile at for a long time.

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Virtually Your’s

“Is he kidding?” Aditi thought.

“He probably doesn’t know what he’s saying”  she thought again. “He must be borraccha!”

“But men speak the truth when they’re drunk !”

“We’ve never even met. What if he doesn’t  find me attractive enough?” asked she

“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, girl … You never know !”

“I look like a hippo. He looks like … Ummmm watchamacallit…thin and tall   .. like a giraffe maybe?”

“Hippo weds Giraffe .. Ha ha ! He deserves something better! How can I be a good match ?”

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