Monday, 11 August 2014

THE SEPTUAGENARIANS



 He was lying on a bed in a hospital. On the right side of the bed a monitor was seen showing the ups and downs in the breath of the patient. An oxygen mask covered most of his face. A blood bag was hung on his left side to a stand providing the new blood to his old, wrinkled body. The needles were injected in his left hand. His eyes were closed. The whole body was motionless except a slight up-side down movement of his belly and the oxygen tube.

‘Can we lend our breaths to someone?’ she thought and prayed she could do it. She was sitting beside his bed waiting for him to open his eyes and recognize her at once.
‘Getting his lost love might imbue in him the desire to live’, she prayed.
‘We will meet once again in life, I bet’ he had said in his characteristic perky voice some 50 years ago while she was bidding him good bye forever. She too had wished the same but she hadn’t expected their meeting on this turn of life.

The day he was admitted to the hospital directly from Savera Old-Age Home, her son had left her there. She felt like coming into a vast desert of loneliness. She felt lost. Her son turned his car and said, “I will come once in a month to pay the bills, till then take care, love you mom!” she didn’t get what he said. When she woke up from her reverie she only saw the clouds of dust the car had left behind and the last few words of his son echoed in her ear-‘love you mom!’

A maid took her to room no-7. Sitting on the bed in her room she saw through the window the blurred images of an ambulance parked in the yard and some apron wearing people taking a man into it onto a stretcher. She asked the maid about the man.
‘He got a paralytic stroke’, she said in an unconcerned voice.
‘Who is he?’ her next question.
The maid became irritated by the questions but she didn’t want to be rude to the old-woman on her very first day.
‘His name is ‘Ramakant Vaidya’, he is from Mumbai, he was a teacher, happy?’ said the maid at once trying to get rid of the newly arrived ‘good for nothing’ septuagenarian.
‘Oh my god!!!’  Lata mumbled and sat on the floor. She couldn’t breathe properly. The feeling of profound joy and the deep sorrow surrounded her in the same moment.

Whatever, an oasis had emerged in her desert-like life right then.


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Sunday, 10 August 2014

A BROTHER AND A SISTER....



No matter who’s younger, who’s elder
They are brother and sister until forever

They fight, they hug, they cry together
With all hues of rainbow they color each-other

They come to life to enrich the lives
They share chocolates, sorrows and joys

They have the same origin but different destinations
They board from the same place to reach different stations

She teaches him what softness means
She gives him lessons how love wins

He makes her tough, fearless and dare-devil
He teaches her to stand and fight the evil

They grow hand-in-hand looking beyond the sky
They never know when they’d depart and why

One fine day, a new life she embraces
Fighting the tears with smiley faces


A piece of his heart, he feels, is going away
He comforts himself ‘no one is to stay’

His life misses something, his heart misses her
She comes back on Rakhi, fills the home with pleasure

Rakhi ties their lives, a shield of love
Leaving behind the memories, a treasure-trove

 





Friday, 8 August 2014

A MYSTERIOUS REMEMBRANCE OF HIS RUDENESS

A MYSTERIOUS REMEMBRANCE OF HIS RUDENESS


She pressed hard the swelling of her upper lip with the lower teeth. And sometimes she licked it with her tongue. This was her way to replenish the charm of last night.  That tiny semicircular bulge had become her secret sharer. The bulge which bore the mark of his teeth had become a mysterious remembrance of his rudeness.

‘How rude he acted initially but later how his masculine horse power merged into this soft, tender beauty’, she thought, admiring her own well shaped, seductive body structure. She smiled and took that bulge into her upper lip one more time.

Throughout the day she wasn’t aware about the light the sun was showering. Inside her the previous night was still awake as intense as the day outside. She was awake to the possibilities of the ecstatic joy that had been hidden in her body. She was widely awake to the upsurge of heat and fire that had the center between her thighs. She was awake to the fact that the wildfire below her pelvis could spread crazily into every cell of her body by his mere touch. And what would happen afterward was too profound to express in words and was too overwhelming to hide within.

She licked the bulge again and again and again. She wanted to ride over that rocking wave right then. She was too excited to wait for the night of his arrival. She couldn’t do anything but anticipating the moment when he would take her to the peak ecstasy by sweating, laboring  hard and acting wise while whispering her name in her ear.