Remember that day, when I found a condom in Appa’s bag, and innocently asked you “Amma , whats a condom? Can I open it and see what it looks like?” I think of your reaction everyday now and have a good laugh.
How I hated you then ! The Little me didn’t realize that we would grow up to be best friends .
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“Excuse me Ma’m” said he
“Yes?” I asked, a little angrily.
”Can I talk to you for a couple of minutes, please?” He asked
“Sure!” said I in an indifferent tone.
What was it worth ? She wondered. Why had she even agreed to marry without buying enough time?
A year and a half back, she got married. Her’s was a typical Indian arranged marriage . One of those where the parents of the bride and groom “fix” their wedding. Where bride and groom meet only about six or seven times before they tie the knot. The kinds where they start talking to each other only after they’re engaged to each other, being bound by the groom’s family “tradition” . Her parents gladly took up all the expenses to buy their princess and her new family whatever was needed to help her settle down “in a new family”.They adored her.
Why is the cage slipping down all of a sudden?? Oh, it looks like we’re going to be landing soon !! Finally! I can’t wait to get out of this cage!! Oh… by the way.. I’m Gabbar. I’m an Indian dog , and belong to the dachshund breed . You know..the short, stout kinds? My master Ravi moved with his family to Dubai. Some city in UAE. Ravi is married to Riya. They also have a son Nitin who I consider to be my best friend. Nitin and I are of the same age. We’re like brothers . Best friends . Like Calvin and Hobbes. I love pouncing on him and licking him all over when he comes back from school.
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older
When did they?
Scene: At a holy pilgrimage place , 6 years back
Me: “Do we really have to do this? Wouldn’t visiting the temple at RT Nagar suffice?”
Mom: “I prayed and promised the lord that I would bring you here once you graduated and got yourself a job”
Me: (Sigh)“How does being pushed and shoved in a maddening crowd for hours on end make sense when the same thing can be achieved at home ? Anyways ,lets finish it if it makes you happy”
“Caw!” said the Crow,
“Welcome! Good morning!” said Dad, as he got up to feed his pets- A crow and squirrel- some bread, and have his first smoke of the day.
On Valentine’s day , at early morn,
My best friend united with her swain.
As I regret not being there,
My little heart says a little prayer.
” It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for a bird to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.” ~ C.S. Lewis.
If people who comprise “society” today were eggs, which category of eggs do you belong to? The one that hatches into a chicken and moves forward , or the one that just gets rotten being an egg ?