Love has a sound

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Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering. ― The History of Love

Motherhood is not always a happy ride. I say that and add, ” But I accept it with a big bear hug.”

I hug my daughter often, more often than my mother did. In my very Indian childhood of 90’s, love didn’t always come to me in words or in much hugs and kisses. Love came in a platter, in different shapes and pre-cut slices. Most frequently love came in large portion of Sunday chicken curry, a ritual I loved in the household. If I fared well in tests or in some life-altering phases, my mother would shower me with two chicken leg pieces with extra creamy curry. If I scored a hundred in maths test, she would rush to her temple to shower God with gratitude and sing a silent prayer for my future. Continue reading “Love has a sound”

Thanking the wiser self

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I have a wiser self.

The one that acts as the soothing inner voice when I miss an exit on the longest highway. The one that asks me to check my heart on the mirror once in a while and fix the flaws, not hide them.

The one that tells me to live silently, work on things that matter in the mundane world. The one that suggests me to be a true friend to friends and  to be present in each others’ lives, for years, not for a month or a year, not only on Facebook. Continue reading “Thanking the wiser self”

Xing

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I love the alphabet “X” because it’s mysterious and pretty ambitious. I manipulated it a zillion times in arithmetic and algebra and tried to find its value like a maths loving Sherlock Holmes.

It’s also very interesting how people use “X” to hide identities, “You know, that Mr. X appreciates your work.” I liked how I have been told during interviews,”You have that special X-factor we are searching in candidates.” Sometimes I wanted to know a real sketch of that X-factor.  Continue reading “Xing”