Thousands of words and hundreds of verses for the world out there to read,
and all this while its been my need.
And today I’d confess of not being a poet or a ‘writer’
but rather a fighter.
Now before you indulge in this cringy rhyme
let me lay this for you..
every now and then when life seems to get a bit much… my soul turns into a battle field and every emotion on the run find its way on the paper like blood flowing out of a wound on a cotton gauze.
And if my words touches any readers,
Dear you , I admire you for being brave enough to have acknowledged your struggles or kind enough to understand mine.
So my city faced a storm yesterday and as a result a power failure.🙄 ( Typical Indian situation) . What good could come out of it when its too hot , the ac wouldn’t work, my phone had minimal battery aaand I cannot watch the IPL ! 🙄 ( an Indian cricket league) But, I was in for a surprise. I decided to spend the night in the balcony with my pillow and a chatai (a portable indian mattress) .
It was a cloudy night. Heavy rains had just stopped. The moon could be seen .. not too bright , just a blurry white that looked more like a cloud.
Sometime later , as clouds cleared ,few stars made their
Greeting the night sky with their twinkling .
Occassionally pleasant breeze would touch my face, and I could hear the rustling of the water laden tree leaves behind me .
It was still drizzling and a few drops would hit my face from time to time.
There , I had a moment with my soul. 🖤
And the rest of the night went away partying with the soul.
PS. It’s morning now, there is still no power . My phone is at 3 percent . 😂
It was a warm Saturday morning. Sitting on the breakfast table , my tummy was refusing to take in all the yummy food as it was going around in twists and turns. No, it was not upset. Already my tummy was not being very nice to me, my mind decided to join in .
One part of it wanting to book a cab as early as possible and the other just wanting to not move from my chair.In the next 2 hours or so I had to catch my first flight solo.
With both my hands full of luggage ,(refusing to take a trolley because I didn’t know where to keep it back 🤣) , my heart filled with excitement and my mind filled with … wait my mind was going blank , I was standing at the airport gate as if I was waiting for my fate. I stepped into the airport.. every step telling me , ” are you going in the right direction?”. After irritating half a dozen passengers by repeatedly asking if I am standing in the correct queue I was finally done with the security check .
As I settled on my seat , fastened my seatbelt, checking it every two seconds and making it an inch tighter everytime , I stared outside the plane window thinking nothing (or just trying not to) . My thoughts were interrupted by the safety announcements which I watched with utmost sincerity . I turned around to see nobody paying attention , my inner voice wanting to shout ” hey fellow adventurers , she is pouring words of wisdom. Listen !”
As the plane took off I closed my eyes, coiled up in my seat and waited for the magic to happen ! . After a few minutes of feeling dizzy, ticklish and being pushed into my seat , I opened my eyes to see who the culprit was.. I blame physics .😂 By this time , my neighbour has realised, this was my first flight and he chuckled to himself…. I dared to look outside the window and let out an enthusiastic “WOW ! ” Everybody laughed and I was just too happy to care …For the rest of the journey I acted like a child who had been introduced to the world .
As I was collecting my luggage from the belt I snapped my hand .. but who cares .. I was on land. On the exit gate I paused and turned back (insert dramatic music🎵) to feel a sense of accomplishme….. ” Hey , move your luggage , you are blocking the way!” Honestly I was not pleased at him for ruining my moment. I grabbed my luggage and paced towards the cab. A stupid smile covered my face and I called my mom to tell her I have landed !! 😁