I WRITE BECAUSE YOU EXIST, PRECIOUS!

Growing up in the captivating Era of Rajesh Khanna, vocalizing enchanting Bollywood dialogues were one of his treasured works. He was one of those kids in our settlement from whom neighbours used to get pissed off very often due to his wayward behaviour. The ones who really adored him, used to call him "the chota Rajesh Khanna" of India. From his salad days, his only dream was to become a famous Bollywood actor, one like the first 'superstar' of India and getting declared in the television. On his 10th birthday, we enlisted him in a nearby acting school to nurture the wings of the little boy who wanted to fly his dreams. Later, as he reached his early juvenescence, his animated dreams of a perfect life onscreen started losing colour. He emerged to be more indulged in a realistic existence. He still wanted to become a hero, not just act like one. He wanted to be a non-fictional warrior in his own cinema, named 'life'. As parents, never did we cloud the sky t...

Jewelled in all red and pretended gold, I always have an image to hold.  Holding back all the tears, I know, I have a lot more to bear.  Bearing the pleasures of other people, My wailing is just a piece of sample.  Samplings of joy are what I collect, With the ones I can hardly connect.  Love, this is what they make, I was told. But I don't understand why am I not able to take it anymore.  Holding the instructions of my head, I am always asked for the legs to spread.  Spreading immense of pleasures, a work, I was told. No more do I sense any pain,  My madam assumes, I am bold. I practice taking part in sexual activities in exchange of capital. In the unknown world, people call it business.  Turning back to the pages of Indian history, the earlier adaptations of us were called as 'devadasi' who considered the Gods as their husbands and therefore contributed their entire lives for the devotion of the same. Later, they were called the 'nagarvadhu' or...

A store of thoughts in the heart were being hindered, A cluster of scribbled notions were gathered,  When for the first time, it was again rekindled.  Rekindling the words that were unspoken,  For the first time, it was articulated with the love that was almost forgotten.  Forgotten the memories that life has delivered,  Until it was framed with words and were being shared.  I shared everything with so much compassion and love, And in return? In return I was parceled with so much more than I Showered.  Showering every thought that crossed my mind, The mind which once hovered like a bumblebee, Now, it expresses the cache that were about to flee.  Flying every visions with love that my heart remembers,  And in return? In return I am blessed with something so precious, my readers.  Hey, my precious one, you might be wandering that everything I scribbled above is just a flattering to hold your consciousness. Well, if to some extent I could s...

  By age, I was semi-annual when pappa had to leave for abroad as a part of his vocation. From there on, maa took over the management of me and my elder sibling. Never falling short in any of her duties, from cooking to shopping; from home making to banking, she manages everything without grumble.    On the flip side, pappa works overseas day and night so that we can inhale in delight. Without fail, where we relish every festival, in another continent, he  smiles in content of providing us with everything possible. Here, we are enjoying family times, there, he still has to work for miles.  I wonder how some souls can be so altruistic and considerate. Pappa has spent his whole early 40's with his workmates so that we can make our whole life better. Our never ending demands have always been fulfilled unfailingly. In return, we always end up wishing for more.      To every dad who is working outside the comfort place, so that his family never goes th...

  I wonder how peacefully I was breathing,  Inside someone who made it so consoling.   Consoled her every gesture, So that we could rest in ceasefire.   Now, when we need everything possessed, Then, we existed in the little room which she has inherited.   Possessing mood swings and emotions so unsteady, Still she made it for 280 days with no less custody.   Who is she?   The one who shapes herself like water, according to the need of circumstances.  The one who faked smiles after smiles to make us advance through miles.   The one who make quarrels let go because we are always the priority over ego. The one who never asks for loyalty because the love she shares is above all these worldly beauty.    Who is she?   The one who once checked the warmth of the milk before feeding,  Now she makes sure anything adverse is not even reaching.   The one who once made life easy inside herself being so fragile,  Now, she makes...

 They say, changes are beautiful. For the first time, I found it painful.   A prolonged pain which they claimed very pure, But still I was kept away from everything pious, The reason, even I am not sure.    Things that are natural are the gifts of the deity, But still I was not allowed to serve the Almighty.   As a child I knew blood is menacing. As a woman I know it can be embarrassing.   Immoral things in public were taught not to be exposed, Now I know even the beautiful changes in me are also meant to be disclosed.    I still remember the day when for the first time my underclothes got stained with blood without any injury. It was not like I did not know about women's menstruation. I was made aware of these changes by my mother. The things I was unaware of were my limitations during the cycles. In many places, women faces a lot of restrictions till now by their family and the society during these seven days. Although I am lucky enough that the...

To those little innocent lies, When stomach was all about butterflies. Butterflies in the breathe, Each look made the heart sink little underneath.   To the cheeks with those natural blush, That made the adrenaline rush. Rushing every time for a single meet, Made us discover some fresh definitions of our heart's beat.   To those shy hesitations of crossing fingers, When walking miles made us linger. Lingering every night to talk more, Anxious feelings used to knock just to adore.   Remember love?   Remember love when it was the most unadulterated thing that existed in this universe?    Remember love when Wikipedia couldn't define it?    Today, love has diverse definitions. Entertainment media bestowed us with a variety of elucidations to love and to be loved and we profoundly act in accordance to the criteria set by them. From roses to rumours love has travelled a long way. Today love has definitions of trust, loyalty, compromise, adjustment and m...