Awaiting

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It’s been a long wait. She has waited for him for months now. She yearns at times to hear his voice, see him in person. All this while apart from him, she always envisions moments of togetherness with him. This makes her happy. But reality strikes soon and unhappiness befall her. These days she travels this path from ecstasy to agony quite often. She would like to live in the present and take life as it comes but that is not the case. The feelings of loneliness and emptiness without his presence nags her every bit of the way. Today as she waits for him, she slowly falls asleep and waits for his dreams to envelop her.

Lost

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A feeling of being lost is among the myriad feelings that overcome me today. I try to take a grip of these feelings. They seem slippery enough to elude me for a time. I am looking for something wholesome in them. They provide me half hearted relief. In my world filled with so many people and so many things, I struggle with a feeling of being lost. I fail to touch the related feelings of my fellow beings. I can only skim the surface of their worlds. I wish their worlds and mine were united. At the present moment I grope along in the dark alleys of their feelings and mine. These feelings get more entangled by the minute and I fail to disentangle them.

A Comforting City

Clockwise from the top left – St. Paul’s Cathedral, Dakhineswar Temple, Victoria Memorial, Belur Math

My visits to Kolkata have enhanced my belief that it is a comforting city. I always have a feeling of safety in this city. I feel pretty much sure footed in this city. The city, though having all the characteristics of a metropolitan city, still has the bindings of the old marvels; be it the architectural buildings or the temples of the days of yore. The buildings that dot the city is an amalgamation of the old and the new. I simply love this juxtaposition of the old and the new. One can still see the trams and the yellow taxis plying on the streets of Kolkata. Roshogullas, sandesh, mishti doi are some of the delectable sweets one can savour while on a visit to the city. I have always carried back fond memories of this city from my visits to the city of Kolkata.

Sprint Along

Let’s sprint along with the onward march of spring.

Let’s sing along with the melodious song of the cuckoo.

Let’s dance to the swirl of the butterflies in the wind.

Let’s dress with the colour of the flowers which has spread over hills and the plains.

Let’s fill our senses with the scent of the flowers which spread their gaiety all around.

Let’s run about with the fleet footed rabbits and bring in the adventures to our lives.

Let’s hover and rest awhile like the bees sucking nectar from the flowers.

Let spring overwhelm us all the more.

Let peace enter our lives.

Spring is here

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Spring has commenced and so has the scourge of covid 19. Both have arrived at the same time. Though covid was there during all the seasons, it has surged viciously now. Spring brings with it new hope and beauty whereas covid raises the ugly heads of death and destruction. It is here that we need to bring in the balance. We need to defeat covid by taking the necessary precautions and welcome spring with the resolve to make our lives beauteous once more. We must not allow the disease to break us. We must allow the beauty of the spring season to engulf us once more.

The Spectre of Death

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Death is an inevitability that we find hard to accept. It looms at the corners of each household. It can claim one when one is most unaware . It has that immense power over us. We acknowledge its power but most of the time we do not reconcile with it. We are inconsolable when death strikes our near and dear ones. We weep, tears flow and our heart is burdened with the pain and loss. The loss of a loved one hits hard for we lose them forever. The loss is physical as well as emotional for the person will no longer be there for our support, will no longer be there even to call out to us. This silence is that which makes death unbearable. Of course, death cannot erase the memories of the person who has died. After the mourning is over, the memories of the person remain etched in our mind.

A Relationship

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Their relationship was a long distance one. They were separated by distance and time. She would write to him everyday and wait for his reply. He would reply everyday; sometimes early and sometimes a little late. Both waited for each other’s messages every day for that was the only way of fostering their love for the other. Their bond grew stronger over a period of a year. Rarely did he call and when he did her heart would always skip a beat. His voice filled her with immense joy. These calls brought them closer. And the day came when they met. The meeting was not one of passion and intenseness but it was as if they had come to their home. She felt loved and protected. He felt a new understanding seeping into their relationship. They relaxed in each other’s arms and felt a calmness never felt before. Then the time comes to part ways. They take leave of each other with a happiness which was mixed with pain.

Valentine’s Day

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Today is the day for affirming our love for our loved ones. Today is the day when we give presents and flowers to our lovers. Love not only gives us joy but makes our lives livable and beautiful. It is the feeling that lifts us up to reach blissful happiness. Shadows of sorrow and misery are pushed to the background and we embrace life with new gaiety.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Comfort Zone

Almost all people create a space, in their personal lives or in their work places, where they are the most comfortable. They inhabit spaces which give them a sense of comfort. They move amongst people who make them comfortable and give them a sense of security. They normally do not venture out of their comfort zones. It is often said that if people do not come out of their comfortable sanctuary and challenge themselves, they do not grow in any sphere of their lives. But what if they are happy in the comfort zones they have created for themselves? I feel happiness is far important than jumping out and going and exploring unknown entities. I may have this feeling as I am getting older whereas a young person may brave the odds and go out into the world in search of something new.

Love is for the Brave

Love is not for the faint hearted. It is for the brave. For love brings with it challenges for lovers to stay together forever. One needs courage to nurture love and to make it grow everyday amidst societal pressures of differences of religion, class and status. There is the pressure to sustain love in the face of increasing chances of misunderstanding and ego clashes amongst lovers. A lot of patient efforts is required to keep the boundaries of respect and care for each other intact while loving each other. Love should not stall anybody’s growth. Rather both lover’s should embrace growth in their personal and emotional space. Love should flourish in good times and in bad times. Lovers should look for strength within their love in order to wade through the bad days. Their love should be the guiding light to end the darkness. It is the same love which should be the happiness in their joyful days.