Celebrating 6 Years of Motherhood!

       

Today I completed  my 6 years tenure of motherhood. 8^th August! Yes! This was the day when the short plum nurse of Mude Hospital in Vashi, Navi Mumbai handed over a little bundle of joy in my hands. Wow! Who must have thought that I, I mean, really I could be a mother for 6 long years! A great achievement! Indeed for my little angel Adu! Oh! Please don’t take me wrong. I am not saying I am a great mom or anything to be with. It’s just that he was and is a great son to be with! He is the one who walked me through the wonderful journey of motherhood. He has made the experience worth experiencing for me. My role in this was microscopic.He has played his role wonderfully. In other houses, kids throw tantrums and moms surrender to them but in our house it’s the Mom, i.e., Me who throws tantrums and my son  understands, consoles, and surrenders. It’s me who makes maximum mistakes and says sorry to him. It’s me who cries like a baby squeezing my monstrous sized head on his small little lap. He is the one who takes my cheeks between his palms and says ‘I am there for you!’  He is the one who tells me not to brawl up with everyone. He is the one who tells me to let go the painful past. He is the one who makes me understand that it’s okay if a neighborhood child breaks his toy.  He is the one who can just with a glance on my face understands that I am hurt, upset, sad, or even happy. He is the one who understands my mood swings. Phew! Too much for a tiny tot of his age to understand. Right? But believe it or not, he does understand and has made this journey of motherhood till now scented and flower bedded for me. Seeing other kids of his age, I shudder thinking how I would have managed them. But the good thing is I don’t have to! God has given me my special one, my Adu, who always extend his little hand to pick me up whenever I fall, who always spread his arms whenever I yearn for an intense hug, who always pecks on my cheeks when it goes wet. I am blessed to have him in my life! And here I wish him a very Happy Birthday and a blessed and happiness filled life with more and more love in his heart for me and for all human beings around. May all his wish come true! May he celebrate more and more birthdays! May he live the life of his dreams! May he give the best to the world! May he get the best from the world! May he remain himself and not change for the world … ‘coz he is the best in himself!

A Dream come True!

        
Finally my dream has come true. Yes! A bookshelf! All I dreamt of these years was for a bookshelf! And it's here! Thanks to Rethesh for procrastinating my urge for 8 long years. A bibliophobe I guess. Sigh! Anyway, do you see that above? That’s my bookshelf with assorted books gathered over a period of time. My Books! What should I say? They are my love, my friend, my companion in distress!  And much more. God? May be! It won’t be an exaggeration if I say so.

I vividly remember, the time when I had started developing interest in books. It was somewhere post my schooling and pre my college, i.e. 11^th grade. Credit goes to the very own Rajitha Subramaniam aka Raji, my childhood friend!  The fact remains that she introduced me to books with Sidney Sheldon though … Ahem! :P  Moving on, if I say, the universe had conspired to show the true colors of the genes I belong to, it won’t be a dramatic overture … Yes my father’s genes! Like daughter like father Or should I say like father like daughter? I guess the latter is right.  You will never see a bibliophile as him.  He too had dreamt of all his life for a huge library all for himself with assorted books for him to read and savor. He too had dreamt of saving his retirement life for reading only. Alas! His vision betrayed him. Anyway, I still buy him books, which, to my surprise, he reads with the zeal of a child. However, I must confide, I never gathered inspiration from him during my childhood and the zest was only developed after reading Mr. Sheldon, may be the teenage curiosity you know :P . However, I wholeheartedly thank my father and Raji for contributing their bit to make me a good reader, rather a bibliophile for days and years to come. Weren’t it for them, I wouldn’t have known what a book can offer — Joy, sadness, pleasure, tension, peace, depth, knowledge, orgasm :D — all that makes a human human! 

While I jot my feelings away, my bookshelf stands right in front of me tall and sturdy, telling me there’s more to add here! And a satisfied smile is all I have!

In the Search of Love …

Leaving the soul behind,
I traveled the heights of Himalaya,
Swam the depths of Ganges,
Crossed the vastness of Sahara,
In the search of love.

Walked I,
Through the thorny scrubs of Deccan,
The labyrinths of Sundarbans,

Eerie alleys,
Green meadows,
Bustling Metros,
I meandered through all!

Alas!
Love hid itself,
Amid the obscurity of denseness.

Muddled thoughts,
Hopeful soul,
With no heart to budge.
A bleak remembrance of
Grandma’s tales,
Traversed me
To another land
To witness Aphrodite,
The epitome of love.
Yet …
Feelings of mine,
Didn’t get any dope.

Dispirited,
My foot strolled me,
Back to the soul,
Where my existence reside.

Epiphany it was!
To feel the dope of love
In the soul I left behind.