Minal died

Life is so short. Minal's death has left me both shocked and numb and yet a little mature than i was before. I have learnt one thing. Friends should not be ignored. They may not be family but then they are an essential part of our lives. I believed that if friendsship is really true u dont have to stay in touch. It will survive anyways.. true but when something like this happens you feel guilty for the number of times you did not reply to a friend's "Hi!" since you were busy with work.U never know when you will die. Life life to the fullest while its still there , you never know when a freak incident can end it. There can be no regrets later.
NM

Teesta's story

She was born to be a winner, and yet there was something she was waiting for . The right push maybe? or the right path? Teesta, looking outside her window saw the the blue sky dotted with drifting white clouds. A white hot sun reflected on the white shining tiles of the terrace blinded her eyes for some time. And Teesta closing her eyes for a moment, drifted into a surreal world of the fantasies her future might hold had she made the right choices in her past.

Yunaan was four years old now and it was difficult to do anything now. Except maybe look back and sigh. And then suddenly, she saw herself in the two bedroom flat in a suburb of a bustling metro, four years old wearing a red and white striped uniform with a water bottle and a school bag. A rebellious teenager with boyfriends since she was fourteen, Teesta was never with the herd. she wanted to desperately break loose and do something different. the only one who understood her was her mother who was equally rebellious in her hey days. Mom is always right, Teesta knew that but still defiant of all especially her father. Mom, understood her daughter but felt sad for her because she knew, Teesta would one day end up like her, submissive to the traditions, dependent and at the mercy of those who earned as against herself - a mere housewife- denigrated to a position which claimed neither respect nor gratitude, just plain old work and more work.

-NM

Searching in the crowd

Empty heart, voiceless mind searching for a familiar face

Far from reality into a dream world she floats

Waiting for eternity.

A tiny spark is extinguished

She sees but doesn't recognise her own image

As the mirror betrays her identity.

Her dreams, surreal and comforting

Cocoon her, soothing the fresh wounds of loneliness

The wounds of reality.

-nm

A way to live without guilt-Jain thought

Walking along the path of life, mistakes are made due to selfishness and ignorance.

If the mind is wounded, forgiveness has healing power

If resentment is darkness, forgiveness is sunlight

If anger is disease, forgiveness is the medicine.

musings of a disturbed mind

The scorching sun, the burning feet.

A stone here, another there, lying rigid like my body on this land,
Stone upon stone and all else is sand.

As I tear open mother earth’s body and see her bleed,
I can’t see the sweat and the cuts on my feet.

I hear my child crying but cannot move
Just have to keep doing what I always do.

Mother Nature gives us the food, but our stomachs can’t feel
As there are several mouths to eat and just one hand to feed.

Not a tree in sight, no water to drink
Only sweat on my palms and all else seems to shrink.

Just me and the stone is all I see
Yes my child is dead, that’s one mouth less to feed.

In the shadow of the stone my heart too has become cold
My hands are now weary and my body is old.

Will someone ever change my plight?
I am now tired and cannot fight.

My eyes only see and my body cannot feel
The scorching sun, the burning feet.
-Niketa.