Seven Wonders

I am not in a mood for a lengthy blog, as I am also working on some short story.  And aptly, the Daily Prompt needs some crisp ideas. So here I go with my seven words. Before that let me tell you, I feel thankful for the infinite words that we have – they make reading and writing possible 😉

My Seven words that I believe, can take me to infinite wonders..

My Seven words that I believe, can take me to infinite wonders..

1. Mother
2. Thank You
3. Please
4. Contentment
5. Love
6. Goal
7. Persistence

The Golden Hour

ReadingIsBliss

ReadingIsBliss

If asked, what’s the best time that I spent so far, if not with my dear ones; I would say those times when I was reading books / occasional writing at the late night until dawn.

When it’s quite in the night, with the relief that my day has come to an end, as I sit in my room with curtains swaying to the gentle breeze, collecting my thoughts in the silence and trying to bring them alive on to my laptop screen or reading a favourite book, I can seamlessly enjoy my time. Especially if it’s a Saturday evening, it can’t get any better. During such times, I can’t enjoy with people around and noise. Be it ,everyone needs sometime for themselves.

It is true; I like to dwell in the silence of the night. I find it eternal. I forget the world while living my favourite character of the book or writing what was on my mind.  As I take halt from chasing the time and without any disruptions, I enjoy time as though it’s all mine. Weekends are meant to sleep in the morning and be wake whole night. And I like them, as it is more to do with “what I want to be in life” than “what I have to do”. As we grow older we get busier with daily chores, it’s annoying yet true.

Not always I end up with productive scripts or blogs but surely I feel satisfied.

I make time to enjoy my share of Golden Hour from time. Do you?

Breakdown … On dealing with criticism…

I don't want it

I don’t want it

I find it tough to take criticism, especially from dear ones. It takes long time to get over it. We are ready to share our deepest sorrows and of course the happiness with our dear ones but not criticism.

When a person is not meant for us much, we can pay deaf ear to him/ her( – though not immediately) when they criticize. What if the person who knows us very well, who means a lot to us, criticizes? hmmm… Mostly that means there is a correction to be done on our end but they should have chosen a gentle way to make us understand.

The truth is, our dear ones feel they have every right to correct us.  They may completely forget   that they need to be gentle while correcting us.And I wish I could understand this well when it comes to reality.. 🙂

Its sad but true..

Its sad, but true.. ah, who knows may be you can still choose :)

Its sad, but true.. ah, who knows may be you can still choose 🙂

I am in very cheerful mood today. The topic “It’s sad but true..” doesn’t strike a chord with me.

Today, I feel like a happy a soul with no complains. I want to really ask when I am this happy, what is hushing the voices that I am otherwise afraid of. Is it  just the mindset? Is it just because I started my day with a big smile and it’s continuing? Or is it that simple that you can freeze happiness in your smile and if you can smile you can be happy?

It’s sad but true, I have no answer for it. We don’t know what tomorrow has in store for us.

As much as we can, let’s keep smiling 🙂

Coffee or Tea?!

Coffee Day or Tea Time?!

During my childhood both coffee and tea are alien drinks to me. I was introduced to coffee 3 years back in Shanghai Office for the first time. Taking break for sipping coffee in between the stressful working hours is always a pleasure. After ‘m back to India, I never missed to join the queue in food courts of my office; as a first thing every morning- to get my cup of coffee in spite of knowing that I may miss first 10 mins of meeting ( if at all ‘m late and I hv one). What is good and not so good about coffee is its bitterness. It makes you want it more, while you know it’s enough. What if you add the sweetness of muffin or chocolate brownie while sipping coffee; I would say it makes my day and such days make my life-The Bitter and sweet experiences. I ‘m used to having coffee only if a machine or some other person prepares it.

Since the time I joined new company, I never liked the coffee whenever I tried. So I had to switch to Tea. I like having tea made with milk, green tea( Esp Tulsi Tea), black tea(Earl Grey / English Breakfast), lemon tea and all the iced teas of course. In the midst of having these many varieties of tea, my interest to have a coffee took a back seat.

And today after a long time, I saw a coffee shop opened near my home. I felt extremely elated seeing that. The happiness on my face was shown instantly. My love towards coffee mesmerized me and next moment I found myself having Cafe Frappe; Coffee loaded with oodles of ice cream. MY COFFEE; I have been missing it for long time. I enjoyed every sip, in the company of my love..
May be from now on, everyday can be a coffee day if ‘m bored having tea! 🙂 wohoooo!

I ‘m happy!!!

Smiles and Smiles

I ‘m happy today. I received a mail sometime back that, The Wish (Short Story) gave me an entry to writers workshop. Yes, My wish has been fulfilled by “The Wish”! Got a score of 7.5. It is a decent score isn’t? 🙂 Looking forward to learn more about writing and I will try to keep writing.

Cheers 🙂

The Wish (Part II)

Continuation of The wish (Part I)

The Wish

I was thrilled to crack the dream but was sad that I couldn’t accomplish when Zahra was alive.

I asked Ashok where I can get a boat for a night.
“That will cost us an arm and a leg grand pa but I can help you with a cheaper one, as my uncle owns a couple of boats which you can use for a few hours daily. By the way, do you know how to row a boat?” asked Ashok.

“I would also like to learn rowing a boat, as ‘m not an expert at it. But I need a first class boat at any cost.” I said.

He understood ‘m serious about it and said “I will try to get a decent boat for a low-price. May be you can at first practice on some cheaper boat.”

Ashok sounded promising which made me happy. And the idea also worked. After coming back from work I started directly going to the lake to practice rowing. For a week, my hands ached badly, as I was straining continuously. But the more I practiced the more I felt ‘m closer to live my dream. Slowly I developed rowing grip and it became a good hobby.

One fine morning; I took a break from work and approached Ashok’s uncle to hire a boat for one complete day. In return I paid him Rs.2000, from the savings I made for the last two months. I waited for the evening at the lake, watching the Sun hung in the sky like a copper ball and steadily dipping down. When the darkness is approaching slowly, I took my boat and started my ride. In no time, the sky in the night looked as though it was wrapped in the blanket full of stars. Now I have been rowing for an hour and got to the middle of the lake where no one’s around. With boat on waters, the sky above and I; really don’t know what I’m here for but deep-down my heart I‘m waiting for a miracle to happen. I ‘m feeling cold but it’s comforting, ‘m happy but nervous, ‘m ready to wait over-night but as well desperate. May be it’s just a dream, why did I take it so seriously wasting all the money for this foolish ride. May be not, I have to wait to know.

Out of nowhere I can now see two shooting stars. Well, when ‘m here to fulfil Zahra’s wish, what I can wish for. I ‘m missing Zahra and wanting an end to this loneliness. As the shooting stars passed by, I could see two stars winking at me, as though they are the same two stars which I always dreamed about. It’s almost 12 in the night and I know I can now head back. Ashok was waiting for me at the door steps. Neither he asked something nor did I tell where I have been to. I just thanked Ashok and said I had a great time today. “You look brighter and appear a few years younger” said Ashok. Well its nothing but the effect of moon light, I chuckled. We went to sleep after talking for some time.

I slept that night happily feeling Zahrh’s hand on my stomach and her right leg on mine.
I ‘m not awaiting dream tonight, as I know our worlds are going to meet soon.

-D.D

The Wish… (Part 1)

World means nothing without you.

I’m going to receive my first pay, after a long time. And ‘m happier when compared to the day I got my first salary at the age of 20. That day I know I will remember each and every moment along with its date- Jan 31st 1952. I did my first job as a clerk in a government office, in Mumbai-India. And I offered my first salary to the God as my mother told. After 50 years, I ‘m again awaiting my first pay but today ‘m longing to have proper meal with that money.  After straining every nerve since morning, I find it tough to stand on my 70 year old legs.  I‘m working for some construction works, as a daily wage worker. Currently standing in front of my owner’s office; which is right on the main road. There are four people in the queue ahead of me and another two behind to collect the wages. My stomach is growling with hunger. I can sense that the person behind me can listen to the noises in my stomach as he was looking at my belly and face. Not sure where I will go to have my food tonight. Wherever be it, it’s going to be a feast. I was pushed by some person on road and ‘m brought back to reality.

Since the owner is receiving continuous calls, the queue is moving slow. Seeing the people around, I realized ‘m actually overjoyed. After waiting for almost an hour in queue finally my turn has come. As though my father bought a balloon when I was a kid or I ‘m on trip to the mountains (which I like the most), happily received the pay. I wish I could share this happiness with someone. I looked at the sky and tried to find the gleaming eyes of my wife in those shining stars.

Its 8 P.M, where to go? I know I can’t head to a five star hotel with the 350 bucks that ‘m carrying. But as I looked at my tattered clothes, I felt even if I step into any decent hotel, they may as well call me to come from rear entrance to offer leftover food. I was looking at every possible hotel to have dinner. I found a vendor preparing Dosai (made out of rice and black gram batter) on a moving cart. I asked for 3 dosas and mentioned I may need more. For which the vendor said, “As many you want, provided you can pay for them all”. I noticed people having dosas sitting on the big rocks which are randomly spread at the side of the moving cart. I too joined them and had my dinner. I went back to the same slum to sleep in my cozy shed. As its cold outside, I thanked myself for buying a blanket and pair of clothes, with whatever money I had till yesterday.

During night, I dreamed about my wife. In the dream, my wife Zahra is still in her mid-forties, she looked very beautiful with her bright smile in the reflection of moon light. She was definitely happy and wishing for something looking at the sky. I can only see but couldn’t hear anything, not even I could listen to the breeze that was blowing her hair, crisscrossing her face. At the end of the dream, from her lip-movement I could make out that she said, “World means nothing without you”. I woke up suddenly from my dream. I know I can’t sleep anymore. I had to question myself why ‘m I alive in my 70s? I have neither wife nor children and not even a house. The memories of childhood, the early days after wedding, and the affection of my wife flashed in front of my eyes. But the recent floods washed away my priceless possessions, my wife and my house in which every room and every wall reflects the remembrances. May be I can re-build the house but it can never be the same, hence I dropped the idea of going back to my place. I felt there is some purpose for this living-life, as I’m driving myself to live in spite of a lacklustre routine.

Next day onwards I started working in the first shift, so I started my day quite early, at 7:00 A.M. Had my breakfast at the same moving cart and headed to work, reached the work area at 7:30 A.M. I’m involved in counting and carrying the bricks from the truck and stacking them at the construction site. I have three more people with me who are doing similar job. Out of the other three folks, a person is of my age. We instantly became friends, when we met yesterday as we had common topics to discuss, nothing personal that we shared till now. And in the afternoon he asked if I would like to visit his house for lunch. When I was hesitating a bit, he mentioned that, I can pay for my food. His wife provides food services taking money, to the workers during afternoons. I went there and had proper meal and got back to work. I worked for a few more hours and started back to home at 3:30 P.M after collecting daily wage.

My home as I said before is a small shed, which I’m sharing with two other young folks. These folks found me at the flooded area and decided to help me. I came along with them to live in this small town called Ajra which even belongs to Maharashtra.  Once I reach home, I sit and relax on a wrecked chair, watching the people on market-road from the window. I don’t know from when but I started waiting for the evenings, just to get a glimpse of Zahra in my dreams. If I don’t get sleep I feel desperate that I may miss to meet her in my dreams. More than the dream, I want to decipher those spoken-but-not-heard words of her. When I go to bed, I can feel my wife’s hand around me and touch of right leg over mine. At times, after I sleep I could listen to her whispering – “World means nothing without you”.

The routine went on. And after a month, one day my manager at work called me, asking if I would like to go to town and work. As the construction work here, is almost coming to an end and a new project is starting in Kerla- Thekkady(South India). I was skeptical to accept, but I said yes. In a weeks’ time I ‘m travelling in a bus to reach Thekkady. With the address in hand, I went on foot to find the Construction Site. The construction site is near to the Lake and I really liked it at the first site. I joined my co-workers and started working from day one. One night I noticed, I stopped dreaming about my wife after coming to this new place, which made me feel very lonely. I happened to meet a new friend here by name Ashok. Ashok is 15 years old, who was also working along with me in the construction work and goes to school in the night for his studies. Recently his parents passed away which brought him here. Though his Uncle and Aunt were ready to support, he wanted to live independently. We both were working for the same apartment’s construction and were let to stay under the roof of partially constructed flat.  At times we both go to enjoy the Lake view in the evenings after dinner and from there Ashok leaves to his night school. After he leaves, I remain gazing at the stars and trying to break the mystery of my dream.

One day in our room, I dozed off watching the stars and without closing the doors and windows. Next morning I was caught with fever. I couldn’t work for next two days. Ashok took care of me, as though ‘m his grand pa; always helping and asking me if I need something. Still I felt and very lonely. I was angry with Zahra, angry as she left me alone, angry as she doesn’t visit me anymore in my dreams, angry as I find it tough to live without her. Though I recovered from fever in two days, I had trouble in getting back to my work. After a few days, I again got a dream. But this time, I could see myself alone staring at the sky intently. I was so engrossed watching it, as I could see Zahra’s face in the Moon. She was calling me and wanted me to come along with her for a boat ride. At last I could listen to her voice, which said- “will you please come home early today?” And the clouds slowly swept the Moon due to which I woke up suddenly shouting Zahra’s name. Ashok came to me running, comforting that everything is fine.

I kept thinking about the dream until next morning. And then slowly I recalled an incident from our past. During our mid-forties, Zahra asked if I could take her on boat for a night as she always dreamed during childhood to go on a boat ride with her love, in waters, only two of them away from noises and humdrum of everyday life, gazing at the stars and to feel the happiness of timeless eternity. I was definitely not harsh but I denied her wish, as I felt it’s very fancy. Now I feel it’s a simple wish that my wife asked.

TO BE CONTINUED.. …

The Wish (Part II)

Sigh…It’s been ages!!!

Time Flies

Its been long time I posted a blog. Initially I missed it for 3 days, as I was away from home with limited access to internet and system. Later on, don’t know why but I was disappointed and couldn’t take part in DPChallenge regularly. I was working on a short story meanwhile. Aiming to finish it by today and would love it post it here soon. M back with fresh mind and strong determination for DPChallenge. Hoping to be more regular 🙂

As I speak to my 14 years self now…

What to say?

What to say?

Heylo Divya…. Just wait for a minute. Hush.. stop yelling … can you just stop jumping as well? Why don’t you do something useful? Hey, how to grab your attention?

I know how…! Let me tell your dad.

“Hey, who are you?”

I ‘m your future.

“Why you want to speak to my father?”

As I know you will listen to him and only to him.

“Uh,ho! Don’t you know that he loves me so much that he will not scold listening to someone else’s words? He asked me to enjoy my life the way I want. By the way, playing is not a sin. In fact I gave some time to my mom to relax at home while m here playing hide and seek.”

I will bother you some other time; I know it won’t work now.

“I ‘m too tired, le me go home… Good Bye friends, see you tomorrow.”

“Mom, m back and not hungry.” I know how to ask you to feed me with some food 😉

Knock, knock. Your future here..

“Why can’t you wait, anyway I will come to you after sometime.”

Just want you to keep me in mind.

“Le me get rid of you soon”

“Daddy, I want to ask you something? When I grow up, can I be a Doc?”

“May be I want you to be engineer, like me” said Dad.

Did I actually heard that from daddy? Okay Dad, I will think about it. I ‘m very sleepy, I will go to bed now. Mom, can you please help me with blanket”

“Yes, ‘M in kitchen I will be there is a min or two.”

So, do you have some time for me now?

“Yes, what do you have in store for me?”

Listen to your father as no one knows you better than him.The only message I have with me.

P.S: Not sure why only these lines from me. But I just find them extremely apt.