I think, therefore I write

Author: Keirthana (Page 18 of 66)

How can I not?

To the best mom ever,

Here comes another day to remind us
Just how lucky we are to have you in our lives
It is not just our childhood you brightenedamma
But our entire life is a gift from you
With every sacrifice you made, you gifted us smiles
You made our lives easier with every step you took
Never once did you mind, nor did you mention
The dry, peeling and itchy skin on your palms
Or the black rings that covered your under-eyes
The cracks on your heel never mattered to you
Neither did the sleep you lost for the last 3 decades
Our smiles are always enough for you
Our dreams are your dreams and
Our achievements, your pride!
I have always been an agnostic
Questioning multiple religions and idols
But today I realized that I do believe in God,
How can I not? When I see you everyday…

Happy birthday ma!

Love,
Your Keirthu and Kirubha

Until later 🙂

Lovelorn



Image by: Sarolta Ban

The trail you left lingered in the air
As beautiful as the star dust
And the decor of the magical night sky
With the blinking stars and shooting comets
It all reminds me of that sweet memory
When nothing else mattered than
Your voice, your honey coated voice
Kindling a wave of serendipitous nostalgia
Eons of time passed, without a pause
Yet, here I am and there you are
Separated by time and space
Like a lovelorn moon and the high tide
Trying to reach its lover but failing in vain
Still, I will wait for the day I hear your voice again
Even when I know that might never happen
For I can never give up on waiting for you
For now, your memory will suffice
For my heart to rest and for me to dream on…
And on…

Linking this to Magpie Tales : Mag 274

Until later 🙂

P.S: This form of poetry is new to me, where just the lyrics talk volumes without any focus on the rhyme. Inspired by Sreesha Divakaran who blogs at Petrichor and Clouds and writes amazing poetry.

Are you suffering from a boring marriage?

Not all marriages are exciting and romantic, does that mean we dismiss them as a failed marriage? I don’t think so. Such marriages maybe a boring one that had lost its glory in the mad race which follows a set milestone path – Get married, Excel in work, Earn loads of money, Buy a house, Procreate, Live for the children and so on. It never ends really. We have seen so many of our previous generation marriages that follow this path without flinching or so much as a care for why they are doing the routine so meticulously. We could have seen this with our parents too. But somewhere in the looking out for each other and striving to build a strong foundation for their off springs, they found their romance and the purpose of their relationship. I still cannot fathom how they did this, but more on that in another post.

However, what ticked me off to write this post is the attitude with which some of us from this generation take marriage. The married couples now, anywhere from 1-5 years of being married, they made me wonder. I am generalizing here, pardon me for that, but I have seen many people, men and women alike, think of the relationship journey to be complete once the marriage is over. They fight, cry and put their lives at stake for getting married to the one they love. But once that sacred knot is tied and the honeymoon period is over, everything is set and the accomplishment gets its closure. They fall back into this routine of working for 5 days, chilling out for 2 days a week and then the same thing all over again. The little surprises, the sweet nothings, the crazy love messages all fade slowly over time. To have a real conversation that didn’t involve paying bills, buying groceries and financial planning for the future becomes a challenge that is more daunting with each passing day.

Both men and women are to blame for this, for it takes two to make or break a relationship – be it marriage or any other relation for that matter. I have seen some crazily love struck men turn into someone who has a relationship only with their mobiles or laptops after marriage. They don’t bother to help the wife with the household work, even when they can. That’s purely out of habit. Eventually, the same woman who had spent so much time dressing for her guy and planning the biggest surprise for his birthday now does not have time for him. She gets neck deep in the routine of running the household and balancing her career at the same time. She does not let go of certain things to prioritize the time spent with her husband.

While life is always a rat race, this time lost will never come back. 10-20 years into marriage, we would have become so comfortable with the monotony that things would go about the same way without a blink. But where and when the stars vanished, one would wonder! We are the generation who have come leaps and bounds from where our parents were. We are the ones who explored love as an individual emotion and not just a mandatory feeling that we must feel towards the person our parents married us to. Be it arranged or love marriage, the term relationship got redefined more with our generation’s attitude and thinking. Then why is this still happening?

Small things – A hug and a I love you every day without one eye on the TV/laptop, even a hurried kiss as we rush off to work, a phone call from the midst of nowhere just to say sweet nothings, a little birthday surprise, a sudden shopping spree, a quiet holiday without checking the mail every other minute, a little time entirely devoted to the spouse – even if it is just 10 mins, having meals together at the dining table and not in front of the TV, listening to the rants of the other, taking time to help the other with their work – be it household chore or something else, cleaning up without being told, listening to favorite songs together, a simple candle lit dinner when there’s a blackout… There are so many things that one can do, to say I love you.

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Even the simplest of the things can transform into some of the most romantic moments we have ever had, if only we take the time to notice. For example, I take it upon myself to find something to make from scratch and gift it to my husband. Not just for birthdays, but for every occasion. He has umpteen gadgets and I know he will hoard that a little more, but he can buy that for himself. But the birthday cards, the 365 jar filled with love notes, the key ring with those dangling little hearts – those he cannot buy anywhere, for they are filled with my love.

Love manifests in a million ways and more. There is no need to stick to a routine and forget ourselves. Just being there, ticking our minutes and hours away is not the job of a human being, but of an inanimate clock. We have so much love within, but very few take the time to express and explore. Others just let it gather dust and rust away in time.

In spite of all this, I find that the foundation is mutual respect on each other. The day the respect is lost is the day the marriage/relationship fails. So build on that respect, find that love which we clung to once upon a time. In fact, if we reminisce, we will find that it was not that long ago we felt that the purpose of our life is that single person and that the world revolved around him/her.

It’s time to change and to notice, all that we have been neglecting. Dust ourselves up and live a little more with our loved ones and not just with the gadgets lying around. Let’s be smart instead of our phones being so! Everyone can have a great wedding – you just need money for that, but what really counts is a great marriage.

And a successful marriage requires falling in love many times over, with the same person!

Until later 🙂

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10 Things You Really Don’t Need To Know About Me

Saw this tag at Cookie Crumbs Inc. way back in April and ever since, the thought of taking it up stuck with me. So here goes:

~ I obsessively need a fan when I sleep. I need that feeling of moving air, however low the speed of the fan maybe, when I sleep. Else I feel like suffocating. Yes, even during winters. ~

~ Often, I find me talking to myself about what to do next and how to do it. All the planning happens as a monologue and this is a Shaadi ke side effect for me. Not to mention, before marriage I led a very lazy life which needed minimal planning. ~

~ I want to love cooking. Yes, you read it right. Having seen mom cook with so much passion and dish out delicacies that make heaven on earth possible, I want to love cooking. But the interest comes only once a while and doesn’t last long. I try a new item now and then which is simple enough to keep me involved, but that’s about it. ~

~ I cannot let bad photos be, not even for the sake of a laugh. Let alone bad photos, if it doesn’t qualify as a good profile pic or a great click, trash is the place. Many normal pics have been dumped unceremoniously. ~

~ I can only sing along with songs. Not alone. If you insist, I suggest you cover your ears. ~

~ I can’t dance for the life of me. No, not even one move. Tried once and embarrassed the hell out of myself. Never again. ~

~ I am as clumsy as they come and hence will constantly subject myself to spills, falls, cuts, burns and bruises. Stains, scars and healing wounds are a way of life to me. ~

~ I hate Maths with a vengeance. Always have and always will. I figured a pocket calculator can do the job since I take a few minutes to figure out simple calculations like the proportions of rice and water while cooking. Most times, I yell 1.75 times 2.5 from the kitchen and my husband yells back the answer from the living room. (He plays many such roles – a calculator, google, online ticket booking agent, financial advisor etc.) ~

~ I hoard artificial jewelry endlessly. Strictly street shopping stuff. ~

~ I have never been out of my country and never really bothered about it too. I will go when I want. I don’t do obsession on this one like many others who seem to deem at least 1 foreign trip as a lifetime goal. ~

Until later 🙂

Aditi

Dedication: Adit, this one’s for you

***

Krti looked at the bangles jingling on her arm, the rainbow of colors that erupted. Each reminded her of Adit in its unique way, bringing a little more light into her life. Even as it was happening bit by bit, she could see what he was doing to her and her life. Refreshing, enlightening and redefining, all at the same time. She smiled at the thought of his silly question that morning -“Aditi, why do you love me?” And without waiting for her to answer, he followed up -“How much do you love me?”. She smiled at him and asked, “Why these silly questions now?”. He pouted like a kid and replied, “I just wanna know”. All she did in reply was to ask him to get into the shower as it was getting late.

Now thinking back, she smiled to herself as she remembered how specially he pronounced Aditi – his pet name for her, derived from his name Adit. And as she thought about it, she realized his question had the answer within and wondered if he hadn’t realized it yet. She looked down at her bangles and reminisced how he had loved the look and sound of them on her arm. He had insisted on buying them even as she felt they were too expensive for their worth. Each bangle shone with a different color and reached out to her in a different way. And in that moment’s inspiration, she decided to let Adit have the answer. She sat down and started writing.

“The golden yellow speaks of your happiness
While the sky blue brings out your kindness
The dull grey establishes your laziness
And the stubborn black paints your strong spirit
The flashy silver gives away your dazzling smile
A carved out orange in line with your outgoing nature
The fresh green wakes me up to your confidence
Red makes me smile thinking of your childlike anger
And my favorite purple speaks volumes of your trust in me

All of them my favorites, just like each part of you
I can never pick one trait of you to tell you
Why I love you or how much. I just love you
Our love shines through all these colors
And then it shines some more
It is this forever that we dreamed of
And it is the same forever we are living now
Whatever life gives us, I promise,
It will always be this forever that we’ll have
Limitless eternity at heart, one with the soul
There stops the measure, making it boundless
Just like you named me – Aditi*.”

*Aditi means limitless, boundless

Until later 🙂

P.S: Part fiction and part non-fiction.

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