The day you walked into my life,sleep walked out
The minute i fell in love with you, reality flew out the window
The moment i knew you were mine, life acquired a new meaning
The times when we fight, rationality takes a back seat
There are times when i know not what i say
Those are the times when i fear the future,but
There you are,the one i have been looking for!
This, i know is my Destiny!!
Aarti @ 31/5/05
About Me
- Aarti
- Am a contradiction of sorts. i love going out and having a good time with friends, and i can also stay home chill out over a book or a movie.. Am very passionate about writing, so give me a topic and watch me float away into wonderland... I Am crazy about music,books,friends and my doggie... :)
May 30, 2005
what they are.
Distance between us
Seemingly far
Mere numbers,
is what they are.
Towns and cities
keeping us apart
Mere names,
is what they are.
Work and commitments
Tying us down
Mere obligations,
is what they are.
Friends all around
Trying to make sense
Mere words,
is what they are.
What matters!
My heart,it knows
Not "mere feelings"
But true and honest revealings......
Aarti@31/5/05
Seemingly far
Mere numbers,
is what they are.
Towns and cities
keeping us apart
Mere names,
is what they are.
Work and commitments
Tying us down
Mere obligations,
is what they are.
Friends all around
Trying to make sense
Mere words,
is what they are.
What matters!
My heart,it knows
Not "mere feelings"
But true and honest revealings......
Aarti@31/5/05
What?Where?Who?When?Why?....
What?Where?Who?When?Why?....
What is it that i am looking for?
Where do i search?
Who do i turn to?
When will this hunt end?
Why is it taking so long?
What have i accomplished in life?
Where did i go wrong?
Who holds the key to my heart?
When will the doors open?
Why must i wait?
What do i need to be happy?
Where do i go to find the magic?
Who has the answers?
When will i know?
Why does life seem so incomplete ?
What do "you" want from me?
Where must i go to learn the answers?
Who is going to be my guiding star?
When will i reach that pot of Gold?
Why!Oh Why!Do i have all these questions?
Aarti @ 31/5/05
What is it that i am looking for?
Where do i search?
Who do i turn to?
When will this hunt end?
Why is it taking so long?
What have i accomplished in life?
Where did i go wrong?
Who holds the key to my heart?
When will the doors open?
Why must i wait?
What do i need to be happy?
Where do i go to find the magic?
Who has the answers?
When will i know?
Why does life seem so incomplete ?
What do "you" want from me?
Where must i go to learn the answers?
Who is going to be my guiding star?
When will i reach that pot of Gold?
Why!Oh Why!Do i have all these questions?
Aarti @ 31/5/05
May 24, 2005
Eternity
I smile whenever I think
of all the special moments we share;
Sometimes, I think it is a dream --
The love you give me could not be;
But then,
when I hear your voice or feel your love,
there's no mistake in its purity.
My thoughts are always drawn to you
to a love much more than true.
Of all the people on this Earth,
how lucky can a person be;
having found you, my love,
to share eternity!
Aarti@ 24/5/05
of all the special moments we share;
Sometimes, I think it is a dream --
The love you give me could not be;
But then,
when I hear your voice or feel your love,
there's no mistake in its purity.
My thoughts are always drawn to you
to a love much more than true.
Of all the people on this Earth,
how lucky can a person be;
having found you, my love,
to share eternity!
Aarti@ 24/5/05
May 22, 2005
Please stay!
Blank pages
in a notebook
filled up
with words
so sweet yet painful.
You,who
walked into
my life,
opening the doors
of my "once" Empty heart,
filling it
to the brim with feelings
of joy and sorrow
i knew not...
Lips,
they quiver echoing fears
unknown, unheard of.
Please stay!
Stay with
me
is all i plead!!
Aarti @ 23/5/05
in a notebook
filled up
with words
so sweet yet painful.
You,who
walked into
my life,
opening the doors
of my "once" Empty heart,
filling it
to the brim with feelings
of joy and sorrow
i knew not...
Lips,
they quiver echoing fears
unknown, unheard of.
Please stay!
Stay with
me
is all i plead!!
Aarti @ 23/5/05
Real friend...
A real friend is :-
Someone who knows what you need before you say it
Someone who knows when to laugh and when to cry
Someone who truly listens when you have something to say
Someone that's there for you during the good and bad times
Someone who is caring
Someone who loves you with all their heart and soul
Someone who is interested in reality and not as a fashion display
Someone who is honest
Someone who is open and responsive
Someone who is never critical and ill-tempered in respect to your needs.
Someone who knows when things have to be compromised in the relationship
Someone who understands listening is a key, but using what is heard is even more important
Someone who's there for you no matter what
Someone who is trustful
Someone who gives a shoulder to cry on
Someone with a great sense of humour
Someone who has things in common with you
Someone who takes time to listen and enjoy you for who you are and tries not to make you something else.
Someone with a constant open ear, open heart, and open mind to accept and love people for who the really are.
Someone who will always be there to support your ideas without argument and love you for everything that you are.
Someone that can get a point across without yelling
Someone that remembers all the cute stupid stuff you love
Someone that has a personality with qualities you don't have yourself, but admire greatly in them
Someone who realizes you're two separate people and appreciates the differences.
Someone who can sense a mood problem, and not take it personally.
Someone who understands the difference between PMS, and a real problem.
Someone who can make you happy when your sad
Someone who tells you the truth even if you don't want to hear it.
Someone who will not hurt you intentionally
Someone that you can laugh with.
Someone who you can feel comfortable with
Someone who will love you in spite of your little idiosyncrasies.
Someone that would do anything to show how much they care
Someone who allows you to be yourself around them.
Someone who will respect you
Someone who cherishes your hopes and is kind to your dreams.
Someone who knows you're not perfect, but treats you as though you are.
Someone who listens with their heart and is your source of inspiration
Got this on mail or found it somewhere on the net.. but i thought it was beautiful.... :)
Someone who knows what you need before you say it
Someone who knows when to laugh and when to cry
Someone who truly listens when you have something to say
Someone that's there for you during the good and bad times
Someone who is caring
Someone who loves you with all their heart and soul
Someone who is interested in reality and not as a fashion display
Someone who is honest
Someone who is open and responsive
Someone who is never critical and ill-tempered in respect to your needs.
Someone who knows when things have to be compromised in the relationship
Someone who understands listening is a key, but using what is heard is even more important
Someone who's there for you no matter what
Someone who is trustful
Someone who gives a shoulder to cry on
Someone with a great sense of humour
Someone who has things in common with you
Someone who takes time to listen and enjoy you for who you are and tries not to make you something else.
Someone with a constant open ear, open heart, and open mind to accept and love people for who the really are.
Someone who will always be there to support your ideas without argument and love you for everything that you are.
Someone that can get a point across without yelling
Someone that remembers all the cute stupid stuff you love
Someone that has a personality with qualities you don't have yourself, but admire greatly in them
Someone who realizes you're two separate people and appreciates the differences.
Someone who can sense a mood problem, and not take it personally.
Someone who understands the difference between PMS, and a real problem.
Someone who can make you happy when your sad
Someone who tells you the truth even if you don't want to hear it.
Someone who will not hurt you intentionally
Someone that you can laugh with.
Someone who you can feel comfortable with
Someone who will love you in spite of your little idiosyncrasies.
Someone that would do anything to show how much they care
Someone who allows you to be yourself around them.
Someone who will respect you
Someone who cherishes your hopes and is kind to your dreams.
Someone who knows you're not perfect, but treats you as though you are.
Someone who listens with their heart and is your source of inspiration
Got this on mail or found it somewhere on the net.. but i thought it was beautiful.... :)
May 21, 2005
Love Letter
Dear Sweet One~!
Wish i could write you a letter
Wish i could make your day better
Will i be able to express?
Feelings of mine,i wanna confess.
Where do i begin?
What do i write?
Wishes,see them cascade
but
Words,they seem to evade.
I have you all to myself
and yet at times i feel lost....
i see you through your words
and yet i long for your eyes
i feel you right beside me
and yet i long for your touch
i have you all to myself
and yet at times i feel lost.....
Hear my heart beat
For,you make me complete!!
Your Love!!
Wish i could write you a letter
Wish i could make your day better
Will i be able to express?
Feelings of mine,i wanna confess.
Where do i begin?
What do i write?
Wishes,see them cascade
but
Words,they seem to evade.
I have you all to myself
and yet at times i feel lost....
i see you through your words
and yet i long for your eyes
i feel you right beside me
and yet i long for your touch
i have you all to myself
and yet at times i feel lost.....
Hear my heart beat
For,you make me complete!!
Your Love!!
May 20, 2005
90/10 Secret
It Will Change Your Life
The 90/10 secret is incredible! Very few know and apply this secret. The result? Millions of people are suffering undeserved stress, trials, problems, and heartache. They never seem to be a success in life or enjoy life.
Bad days follow bad days. Terrible things seem to be
constantly happening. There is constant stress, lack of joy, and broken relationships. Worry consumes time, anger breaks friendships, and life seems dreary and is not enjoyed to the fullest.
Does this describe you? If so, do not be discouraged! You can be different!. Understand and apply the 90/10 secret. It will change your life! What is this secret?
10% of life is made up of what happens to you.
90% of life is decided by how you react to the 10%
What does this mean? We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane may be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. You get the picture. We have no control over this 10%.
The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%! How? By your reaction. You cannot control a red light, but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you, YOU can control how you react! Let's use an example.
You're eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. (By the way, this could have been avoided if you had used the "Power of 90 Seconds" as described in a free article at www.magic-people-skills.com)You have no control over what just happened. What happens next will be determined by how you react.
You curse. You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the coffee cup over. She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize them for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt.
Back downstairs you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school.
Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit. After a 15 minute delay and throwing $60 away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs to the building without saying good-bye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase.
Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to going home.
When you arrive home you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter. Why? Because
of how you reacted in the morning.
Why did you have a bad day? ___
A) Did the coffee cause it?
B) Did your daughter cause it?
C) Did the Policeman cause it?
D) Did you cause it?
The answer is D. You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day. Here is what could have and should have happened.
Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say "It's OK honey, you just need to be more careful next time." Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves.
You and your spouse kiss before you both go to work. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff.
Your boss comments on how good of day you are having.
Notice the difference? Two different scenarios. Both started the same. Both ended different. Why? Because of
how you REACTED. You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% is determined by your reaction. Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 secret.
If someone says something negative about you, do not be sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You
do have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction
could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out, etc.
How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you loose your temper? Pound the steering wheel? (A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off!) WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work? Why let the blue car ruin your drive. Remember the 90-10 principle, and do not worry about it!
You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep or get irritated? It will work out. Use your "worrying" energy
and time into finding another job.
Have a great day!!!
May 19, 2005
The Mystery of Love
The Mystery of Love
Author: Joanne Everett
Why should one and one alone
in all the world mean so much,
and cause the heart to miss a beat
by glance, or word or touch?
Why one and not another
has the power to make us dream,
and cast on us a magic spell
of Happiness supreme?
That is something no-one knows,
though clever they may be,
for no mere man has yet unravelled
Love's Sweet Mystery.
Author: Joanne Everett
Why should one and one alone
in all the world mean so much,
and cause the heart to miss a beat
by glance, or word or touch?
Why one and not another
has the power to make us dream,
and cast on us a magic spell
of Happiness supreme?
That is something no-one knows,
though clever they may be,
for no mere man has yet unravelled
Love's Sweet Mystery.
24 things!!
1. Your presence is a present to the world.
2. You're unique and one of a kind.
3. Your life can be what you want it to be.
4. Take the days just one at a time.
5. Count your blessings, not your troubles.
6. You'll make it through whatever comes along.
7. Within you are so many answers.
8. Understand, have courage, be strong.
9. Don't put limits on yourself.
10. So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
11. Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
12. Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.
13. Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
14. The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
15. Don't take things too seriously.
16. Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
17. Remember that a little love goes a long way.
18. Remember that a lot . . . goes forever.
19. Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
20. Life's treasures are people . . . together.
21. Realize that it's never to late.
22. Do ordinary things in extraordinary ways.
23. Have health and hope and happiness.
23. Take the time to wish upon a star.
24. And don't ever forget . . . For even a day . . . How very special you are.
2. You're unique and one of a kind.
3. Your life can be what you want it to be.
4. Take the days just one at a time.
5. Count your blessings, not your troubles.
6. You'll make it through whatever comes along.
7. Within you are so many answers.
8. Understand, have courage, be strong.
9. Don't put limits on yourself.
10. So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
11. Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
12. Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.
13. Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
14. The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
15. Don't take things too seriously.
16. Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
17. Remember that a little love goes a long way.
18. Remember that a lot . . . goes forever.
19. Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
20. Life's treasures are people . . . together.
21. Realize that it's never to late.
22. Do ordinary things in extraordinary ways.
23. Have health and hope and happiness.
23. Take the time to wish upon a star.
24. And don't ever forget . . . For even a day . . . How very special you are.
Have a great day!!
Aarti
Is There Really a Prince Charming?
Is There Really a Prince Charming?
Chicken Soup for the Soul
A lot of girls grow up thinking that a Prince Charming roams the skies and the plains just waiting for that special moment to zoom into their lives, snatch them up and carry them away from a world of shrouded gloom to one of white, wedded bliss.
When girls flower into womanhood, they are always a bit shocked to discover they are Cinderella or Snow White, and the man they thought was Prince Charming really turned out to be Prince Clod.
Marianne had lived a life like Cinderella, sweeping parking lots for a dollar at age eight, trying to provide for herself and her baby brothers as her mother lived daily tackling a mental illness. When she had just passed her teen years, she met the man she thought was her Prince Charming.
She met him where she was a waitress, and he enthralled her. A musician with a successful band, he seemed to have the widest, most endearing eyes when he spotted her. And why not? She looked as sweet as Cinderella, blonde-brown curls, emerald green eyes and a face that echoed of innocence and love, which was really the look of an awestruck teenager.
All Marianne could think was: He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.And this was true at the time. With the speed of a stallion, the man grabbed her up in his arms and carried her off to marriage. Everything was perfect as far as Marianne was concerned. She had a nice home and enjoyed watching her husband play in his band. She felt loved and adored for the first time in her life. Move over Snow White. Here she comes. And she was about to have a baby.
She didn't know about the other women.
The two were also ill-fated in another way. They had not only wedded each other, but they wedded their recessive genes. When her first son, Loren, arrived, Marianne knew something was wrong. He didn't respond to sound. For a year, Marianne struggled and consulted with doctors who told her nothing was wrong.
But finally a specialist announced that Loren was deaf and that there was nothing she could do. She sobbed for the first two years of Loren's life while her husband kept saying that their son was just fine.Doctors assured them that another child wouldn't suffer such misfortune. But when Lance was born, they soon learned the newborn was deaf, too.
The walls of their already strained marriage, which stood on a young girl's fairy-tale dreams, cracked, but they caved in when Marianne grew angry that her husband didn't want to learn to communicate with his two sons.
He left that to her. She learned sign language as quickly as possible. Her husband wasn't interested. When he talked to the boys, he treated them like they were dogs, patting them on the head, barking out a word or two.
She took her sons to her husband's parents' house. His parents ignored the kids.
She took her sons shopping. Clerks gasped when her sons made grunting sounds. And now, she knew about the other women. Sometimes her husband didn't bother to come home. Her friends quit calling her and Marianne felt a biting loneliness.
The stress and the loneliness began to destroy Marianne. She sucked down alcohol like it was water. She fed and clothed her sons, put them to bed, but refused to leave her home. She thought about slashing her wrists.
"Imagine, when your friends and your own family don't bother to want to learn to communicate with your sons," she explained. "You don't have to know sign language. Kindness is a language. We all understand it. When you see a child like this, don't act shocked. Don't gasp and walk away. The message you send to a child is: 'My God, you are a freak.' Reach out your hand and smile."
Smiles, hugs and kisses are what saved Marianne's life. Lance and Loren's eyes were pools of adoration and love-a true love. The type Marianne had never experienced in her life.
It became apparent to Marianne that she could squander her own life away with alcohol and panic attacks, but she couldn't waste her sons' lives like this. She buckled down and went back to school to earn a high school degree. She got a job with an insurance firm and saved her pennies.
The better she felt about herself, the prouder she grew of Loren and Lance. She started bringing them to visit with her coworkers, who showered them with kindness. It was time for her and her boys to leave their house, cut ties with the father and move on with their lives.
One day, her sons came with her to work, and when she walked into the office of the insurance manager, a man named Eric, she found Loren sitting on his lap. Eric looked up at her, and the skies began to tumble. He said these simple words: "I feel like an idiot. I'd love to talk with your son. Do you know where I could go learn sign language?"Marianne thought she would faint. Not a soul had ever asked her before if they could learn to communicate with her sons. She was shaking inside as she explained to Eric that if he was really interested, she knew where he could learn. It seemed better not to believe him, but he showed quickly he wasn't kidding when he enrolled in the class and began to sign words of hello to her in a few days.
When the kids came in, he took them for walks along the pier near their office. Often she went along and watched Eric, who was becoming a master of sign language, talk and laugh with her boys as no one else had before.
And each time her sons saw Eric they brightened like the sun and stars in the sky. She had never seen them so happy. Her heart twitched as though it were being strummed. She began to fall in love.
She didn't know if Eric felt the same until they left work together one evening and took a stroll out on a pier above the Pacific Ocean. He signed to her that he was in love and wanted to marry. Marianne's heart danced with joy.
The couple moved into a small town and opened up a thriving insurance business. They had two more children, Casey and Katie, neither of whom were born deaf, but both learned sign language before the age of five.
And at the happiest moments of her life, Marianne would wake up in the middle of the night, her ear burning in pain, and begin to sob. Her behavior was inexplicable because she couldn't think of a time when she felt more loved or happy.
Eric would run his hands across her hair, hold her chin and ask her what was wrong. All she could say was: "I don't know. I don't know." He held her for a long while. Weeks went by and Marianne continued to wake up sobbing.
Then, like a lightning bolt, she woke up knowing the answer.She cried to Eric, her "knight in shining armor," that she wasn't doing enough to help deaf children in the world. She was supposed to help them find their place in society. She was supposed to teach the world how to communicate with these children.
Eric wrapped his arms around her and said: "Let's do it."
Together they formed Hands Across America- "It Starts with You"-an organization that encourages the public to learn sign language and has started making educational videos that use both deaf and hearing children together.
So if you ever have a chance to talk with Marianne and ask her if there is any truth to fairy tales like Cinderella and Snow White, she'll probably say she's learned a lot about such stories in her lifetime.She's likely to say: "There sure are a lot of Prince Clods out there. But there sure are some Prince Charmings, and there are really a lot of Cinderellas, too."
Diana Chapman
Chicken Soup for the Soul
A lot of girls grow up thinking that a Prince Charming roams the skies and the plains just waiting for that special moment to zoom into their lives, snatch them up and carry them away from a world of shrouded gloom to one of white, wedded bliss.
When girls flower into womanhood, they are always a bit shocked to discover they are Cinderella or Snow White, and the man they thought was Prince Charming really turned out to be Prince Clod.
Marianne had lived a life like Cinderella, sweeping parking lots for a dollar at age eight, trying to provide for herself and her baby brothers as her mother lived daily tackling a mental illness. When she had just passed her teen years, she met the man she thought was her Prince Charming.
She met him where she was a waitress, and he enthralled her. A musician with a successful band, he seemed to have the widest, most endearing eyes when he spotted her. And why not? She looked as sweet as Cinderella, blonde-brown curls, emerald green eyes and a face that echoed of innocence and love, which was really the look of an awestruck teenager.
All Marianne could think was: He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.And this was true at the time. With the speed of a stallion, the man grabbed her up in his arms and carried her off to marriage. Everything was perfect as far as Marianne was concerned. She had a nice home and enjoyed watching her husband play in his band. She felt loved and adored for the first time in her life. Move over Snow White. Here she comes. And she was about to have a baby.
She didn't know about the other women.
The two were also ill-fated in another way. They had not only wedded each other, but they wedded their recessive genes. When her first son, Loren, arrived, Marianne knew something was wrong. He didn't respond to sound. For a year, Marianne struggled and consulted with doctors who told her nothing was wrong.
But finally a specialist announced that Loren was deaf and that there was nothing she could do. She sobbed for the first two years of Loren's life while her husband kept saying that their son was just fine.Doctors assured them that another child wouldn't suffer such misfortune. But when Lance was born, they soon learned the newborn was deaf, too.
The walls of their already strained marriage, which stood on a young girl's fairy-tale dreams, cracked, but they caved in when Marianne grew angry that her husband didn't want to learn to communicate with his two sons.
He left that to her. She learned sign language as quickly as possible. Her husband wasn't interested. When he talked to the boys, he treated them like they were dogs, patting them on the head, barking out a word or two.
She took her sons to her husband's parents' house. His parents ignored the kids.
She took her sons shopping. Clerks gasped when her sons made grunting sounds. And now, she knew about the other women. Sometimes her husband didn't bother to come home. Her friends quit calling her and Marianne felt a biting loneliness.
The stress and the loneliness began to destroy Marianne. She sucked down alcohol like it was water. She fed and clothed her sons, put them to bed, but refused to leave her home. She thought about slashing her wrists.
"Imagine, when your friends and your own family don't bother to want to learn to communicate with your sons," she explained. "You don't have to know sign language. Kindness is a language. We all understand it. When you see a child like this, don't act shocked. Don't gasp and walk away. The message you send to a child is: 'My God, you are a freak.' Reach out your hand and smile."
Smiles, hugs and kisses are what saved Marianne's life. Lance and Loren's eyes were pools of adoration and love-a true love. The type Marianne had never experienced in her life.
It became apparent to Marianne that she could squander her own life away with alcohol and panic attacks, but she couldn't waste her sons' lives like this. She buckled down and went back to school to earn a high school degree. She got a job with an insurance firm and saved her pennies.
The better she felt about herself, the prouder she grew of Loren and Lance. She started bringing them to visit with her coworkers, who showered them with kindness. It was time for her and her boys to leave their house, cut ties with the father and move on with their lives.
One day, her sons came with her to work, and when she walked into the office of the insurance manager, a man named Eric, she found Loren sitting on his lap. Eric looked up at her, and the skies began to tumble. He said these simple words: "I feel like an idiot. I'd love to talk with your son. Do you know where I could go learn sign language?"Marianne thought she would faint. Not a soul had ever asked her before if they could learn to communicate with her sons. She was shaking inside as she explained to Eric that if he was really interested, she knew where he could learn. It seemed better not to believe him, but he showed quickly he wasn't kidding when he enrolled in the class and began to sign words of hello to her in a few days.
When the kids came in, he took them for walks along the pier near their office. Often she went along and watched Eric, who was becoming a master of sign language, talk and laugh with her boys as no one else had before.
And each time her sons saw Eric they brightened like the sun and stars in the sky. She had never seen them so happy. Her heart twitched as though it were being strummed. She began to fall in love.
She didn't know if Eric felt the same until they left work together one evening and took a stroll out on a pier above the Pacific Ocean. He signed to her that he was in love and wanted to marry. Marianne's heart danced with joy.
The couple moved into a small town and opened up a thriving insurance business. They had two more children, Casey and Katie, neither of whom were born deaf, but both learned sign language before the age of five.
And at the happiest moments of her life, Marianne would wake up in the middle of the night, her ear burning in pain, and begin to sob. Her behavior was inexplicable because she couldn't think of a time when she felt more loved or happy.
Eric would run his hands across her hair, hold her chin and ask her what was wrong. All she could say was: "I don't know. I don't know." He held her for a long while. Weeks went by and Marianne continued to wake up sobbing.
Then, like a lightning bolt, she woke up knowing the answer.She cried to Eric, her "knight in shining armor," that she wasn't doing enough to help deaf children in the world. She was supposed to help them find their place in society. She was supposed to teach the world how to communicate with these children.
Eric wrapped his arms around her and said: "Let's do it."
Together they formed Hands Across America- "It Starts with You"-an organization that encourages the public to learn sign language and has started making educational videos that use both deaf and hearing children together.
So if you ever have a chance to talk with Marianne and ask her if there is any truth to fairy tales like Cinderella and Snow White, she'll probably say she's learned a lot about such stories in her lifetime.She's likely to say: "There sure are a lot of Prince Clods out there. But there sure are some Prince Charmings, and there are really a lot of Cinderellas, too."
Diana Chapman
Daddy's little girl -Chicken soup
Daddy's Little Girl
"Will you tell Daddy for me?"
That was the worst part. At seventeen, telling my mom I was pregnant was hard enough, but telling my dad was impossible. Daddy had always been a constant source of courage in my life. He had always looked at me with pride, and I had always tried to live my life in a way that would make him proud. Until this. Now it would all be shattered. I would no longer be Daddy's little girl. He would never look at me the same again. I heaved a defeated sigh and leaned against my mom for comfort.
"I'll have to take you somewhere while I tell your father. Do you understand why?"
"Yes, Mama." Because he wouldn't be able to look at me, that's why.I went to spend the evening with the minister of our church, Brother Lu, who was the only person I felt comfortable with at that time. He counseled and consoled me, while Mom went home and called my dad at work to break the news.
It was all so unreal. At that time, being with someone who didn't judge me was a good thing. We prayed and talked, and I began to accept and understand the road that lay ahead for me. Then I saw the headlights in the window.
Mom had come back to take me home, and I knew Dad would be with her. I was so afraid. I ran out of the living room and into the small bathroom, closing and locking the door. Brother Lu followed and gently reprimanded me.
"Missy, you can't do this. You have to face him sooner or later. He isn't going home without you. C'mon."
"Okay, but will you stay with me? I'm scared."
"Of course, Missy. Of course." I opened the door and slowly followed Brother Lu back to the living room. Mom and Dad still hadn't come in yet. I figured they were sitting in the car, preparing Dad for what to do or say when he saw me. Mom knew how afraid I was. But it wasn't fear that my father would yell at me or be angry with me. I wasn't afraid of him. It was the sadness in his eyes that frightened me. The knowledge that I had been in trouble and pain, and had not come to him for help and support. The realization that I was no longer his little girl.
I heard the footsteps on the sidewalk and the light tap on the wooden door. My lip began to quiver, opening a new floodgate of tears, and I hid behind Brother Lu. Mom walked in first and hugged him, then looked at me with a weak smile. Her eyes were swollen from her own tears, and I was thankful she had not wept in front of me. And then he was there. He didn't even shake Luther's hand, just nodded as he swept by, coming to me and gathering me up into his strong arms, holding me close as he whispered to me, "I love you. I love you, and I will love your baby, too."
He didn't cry. Not my dad. But I felt him quiver against me. I knew it took all of his control not to cry, and I was proud of him for that. And thankful. When he pulled back and looked at me, there was love and pride in his eyes. Even at that difficult moment.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I love you so much."
"I know. Let's go home." And home we went. All of my fear was gone. There would still be pain and trials that I could not even imagine. But I had a strong, loving family that I knew would always be there for me. Most of all, I was still Daddy's little girl, and armed with that knowledge, there wasn't a mountain I couldn't climb or a storm I couldn't weather.
Thank you, Daddy.
Michele Campbell
"Will you tell Daddy for me?"
That was the worst part. At seventeen, telling my mom I was pregnant was hard enough, but telling my dad was impossible. Daddy had always been a constant source of courage in my life. He had always looked at me with pride, and I had always tried to live my life in a way that would make him proud. Until this. Now it would all be shattered. I would no longer be Daddy's little girl. He would never look at me the same again. I heaved a defeated sigh and leaned against my mom for comfort.
"I'll have to take you somewhere while I tell your father. Do you understand why?"
"Yes, Mama." Because he wouldn't be able to look at me, that's why.I went to spend the evening with the minister of our church, Brother Lu, who was the only person I felt comfortable with at that time. He counseled and consoled me, while Mom went home and called my dad at work to break the news.
It was all so unreal. At that time, being with someone who didn't judge me was a good thing. We prayed and talked, and I began to accept and understand the road that lay ahead for me. Then I saw the headlights in the window.
Mom had come back to take me home, and I knew Dad would be with her. I was so afraid. I ran out of the living room and into the small bathroom, closing and locking the door. Brother Lu followed and gently reprimanded me.
"Missy, you can't do this. You have to face him sooner or later. He isn't going home without you. C'mon."
"Okay, but will you stay with me? I'm scared."
"Of course, Missy. Of course." I opened the door and slowly followed Brother Lu back to the living room. Mom and Dad still hadn't come in yet. I figured they were sitting in the car, preparing Dad for what to do or say when he saw me. Mom knew how afraid I was. But it wasn't fear that my father would yell at me or be angry with me. I wasn't afraid of him. It was the sadness in his eyes that frightened me. The knowledge that I had been in trouble and pain, and had not come to him for help and support. The realization that I was no longer his little girl.
I heard the footsteps on the sidewalk and the light tap on the wooden door. My lip began to quiver, opening a new floodgate of tears, and I hid behind Brother Lu. Mom walked in first and hugged him, then looked at me with a weak smile. Her eyes were swollen from her own tears, and I was thankful she had not wept in front of me. And then he was there. He didn't even shake Luther's hand, just nodded as he swept by, coming to me and gathering me up into his strong arms, holding me close as he whispered to me, "I love you. I love you, and I will love your baby, too."
He didn't cry. Not my dad. But I felt him quiver against me. I knew it took all of his control not to cry, and I was proud of him for that. And thankful. When he pulled back and looked at me, there was love and pride in his eyes. Even at that difficult moment.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I love you so much."
"I know. Let's go home." And home we went. All of my fear was gone. There would still be pain and trials that I could not even imagine. But I had a strong, loving family that I knew would always be there for me. Most of all, I was still Daddy's little girl, and armed with that knowledge, there wasn't a mountain I couldn't climb or a storm I couldn't weather.
Thank you, Daddy.
Michele Campbell
The Search
A destiny
of dreams and unknown desire
Burning within me
like coals on fire.
Searching and groping,
looking behind endless doors
Cannot see
the dreams of unknown shores.
Life,i
wonder if it has a meaning
Like a giant tree
aged and leaning.
I search and sift
for that one gift...
Searching...
I sit here waiting....
Aarti @ 19/5/05
of dreams and unknown desire
Burning within me
like coals on fire.
Searching and groping,
looking behind endless doors
Cannot see
the dreams of unknown shores.
Life,i
wonder if it has a meaning
Like a giant tree
aged and leaning.
I search and sift
for that one gift...
Searching...
I sit here waiting....
Aarti @ 19/5/05
May 18, 2005
unspoken words
Turn my face away
From eyes that speak,
All your hearts' miseries,
Of words refusing your lips.
Time,it flies past
Sweeping along
memories, held
of tight in my heart.
Waves lashing,
calm they seem, when
you hear my heart beat
At those silent words.
Tearing me apart
My world you shatter,
Standing in front of me
with those unspoken words....
Aarti @ 2/5/05
From eyes that speak,
All your hearts' miseries,
Of words refusing your lips.
Time,it flies past
Sweeping along
memories, held
of tight in my heart.
Waves lashing,
calm they seem, when
you hear my heart beat
At those silent words.
Tearing me apart
My world you shatter,
Standing in front of me
with those unspoken words....
Aarti @ 2/5/05
book of memories
book of memories
Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.
My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories
Aarti
Hidden in the attic,
all the way upstairs,
is something very special,
that I would like to share.
My hopes,
my dreams,
old photographs,
of good times and bad times that make me laugh.
The joy of a hug,
the thrill of a kiss,
leaves me to remember the pure, simple bliss.
I cry for the fun,
and giggle for the pain,
I enjoyed the good life I was able to maintain.
The thoughts and wishes,
they all stay with me,
all of these contained in my book of memories
Aarti
Beat the heat!!!
It is hot outside,
it's burning,
it's flaming,
but inside it is cool
Summer,its always Hot.
Beat the heat,
Have some ice cream,
play in the shade or go
Swimming in the pool ,
laze around for there is no school.
All of this excitement
makes me hotter than the sun.
Time to go back and bath
in the waters,
Go to the library
get a book,
read it at the beach
then have a snooze.
Summer,it is always hot...
Aarti @ 16/5/05
it's burning,
it's flaming,
but inside it is cool
Summer,its always Hot.
Beat the heat,
Have some ice cream,
play in the shade or go
Swimming in the pool ,
laze around for there is no school.
All of this excitement
makes me hotter than the sun.
Time to go back and bath
in the waters,
Go to the library
get a book,
read it at the beach
then have a snooze.
Summer,it is always hot...
Aarti @ 16/5/05
Mirror Mirror
Mirror Mirror
by Leslie Callejas
Mirror-mirror on the wall
show me what you see
if you really reflect it all
show every piece of me
behind my eyes, behind my smile
deep into my soul
linger for a little while
show me all you know
not just a figure standing here
reveal all that's inside
show me, even though I fear
here and now, it's time
show
the bruised and battered place in me
the piece that just can't cope
the part that longs to be set free
the side where life's a joke
the innocence hiding behind the sin
the adult inside the child
the heart that won't let anyone in
the piece of me that's mild
the place in me that's always red
the part that's forever blue
the side that follows what is said
the piece that's always confused
the place in me that thinks I’m right
the part that knows I’m wrong
the side that's bloated up with pride
the piece that can't go on
the coward inside the fighter
the genius next to the dumb
the part that's drunk with laughter
the side that shies from fun
so, mirror-mirror on the wall
I’ll step back so I can see
if you really reflect it all
and show every piece of me
by Leslie Callejas
Mirror-mirror on the wall
show me what you see
if you really reflect it all
show every piece of me
behind my eyes, behind my smile
deep into my soul
linger for a little while
show me all you know
not just a figure standing here
reveal all that's inside
show me, even though I fear
here and now, it's time
show
the bruised and battered place in me
the piece that just can't cope
the part that longs to be set free
the side where life's a joke
the innocence hiding behind the sin
the adult inside the child
the heart that won't let anyone in
the piece of me that's mild
the place in me that's always red
the part that's forever blue
the side that follows what is said
the piece that's always confused
the place in me that thinks I’m right
the part that knows I’m wrong
the side that's bloated up with pride
the piece that can't go on
the coward inside the fighter
the genius next to the dumb
the part that's drunk with laughter
the side that shies from fun
so, mirror-mirror on the wall
I’ll step back so I can see
if you really reflect it all
and show every piece of me
Saturday evening with Coffee and words
Saturday Eve!!
14th May 05
5pm …………
It was just another hot and humid day in Chennai as it always is. Am sure just like me, the others were looking forward to spending some time in the Air-conditioned space that was Prasad's office. He had graciously offered his office premises for the 2nd Read meet. Left home around 4.15pm so as to reach the destination ahead of time so to help set the table and get coffee and snacks ready, incase any one was hungry and wanted to grab a bite to eat before we began.
Prasad had given us perfect directions to get to his office, inspite of which i got lost, standing outside his office; I called him and asked where the location was...lol. He got out and dragged me in, where i discovered i wasn’t the first to reach. It was a rectangular room with computer lined against the wall and chairs on either side, although must tell you, there weren’t enough chairs and the Host had to stand through the entire session. Poor guy, guess this the first and last time, he is going to be volunteering his office space...lol...
Was greeted by Harish Vittal (fellow ryzer), Archana (who was doing her internship at Business Line-The Hindu, she is studying Mass communication in Pune and is in Chennai for 4mths,loves writing, looks at it as therapy), Mr Narayanaswamy (consultant--textile) and Sharmila Vijayan (who is a Training manager by profession and avid reader and writer,esp to poems on animals,esp Cats).Pulled up a chair, and just about ready to make myself at home when the door opens and in walks Anurag Mathur followed by Pradeep(Code of Wooster)-ryzers. Couple of mins later, Meera walked in, she is taking a break and chilling at the moment (lucky gal), followed by Vidya & Navin Sigamany (they run an online creative writing magazine, Non commercial is how they run it, besides which Vidya is also a freelance editor, Navin like to write, as a hobby). Just as we were getting comfortable, in walks Ashok (who is into film/documentary making, animation and advertisement being his forte, and he is into Philosophy writing). A round of introductions later,Prasad graciously served coffee to all, some wanting sugar, some light, some strong.Phew!! We were soon joined by Sivakami(she has been writing poetry since 1970 and has over 75-80 poems published to her credit) and Nithya(a ryzer,who has been writing for the past 4days ).Final entrant was Saravanan(he works with the local paper called Mylapore Times)
Finally we were ready to commence..Harish gave a small intro to all about what a Read meet was and the details about the same. The read meet was now in action, I asked Harish to begin, he read out his latest “Black & White”, had brought the inspiration for the poem and that helped others understand it better. About 5mins was spent commenting and critiquing. I then read out two poems by Vijay Nair (fellow Ryzer and AKNite)-My Misery and Stoic Silences, there was unanimous cheer for the latter and all absolutely loved it. I then, read out some of my own writings- Queue and I saw your crying. We then passed it to Anurag to read out his short story (based on a true incident that occurred when he was waiting at a traffic signal with a friend of his) –The Look and he also read out a poem On “Poem”. Sivakami took over and read out a poem she had written based on an Iron box (sorry, don’t recall the name, but it was interesting). Harish, then read out a story sent by Max Babi (fellow ryzer) called “The Licking”, it had us all in splits, couldn’t stop laughing. Sharmila, read out a poem by Ogden Nash, which was truly hilarious and I guess most married people could relate to it. It was called “What every woman knows sooner or later”. Nithya had to leave in between, for she was getting late for class. and that was when Vijay(a budding copywriter) made his entry and was a silent spectator through the evening.
The meet was then open for discussion, we spoke about what we had heard to the art of critiquing, how and why should it be done..What makes a person a Critique?what are the qualifications he needs to get to that level.. Another interesting question that was thrown open by Ashok was,” What are we looking for in Poetry? Are we looking for Beauty or Truth?” Many suggested that poetry at most times is a part of the person writing it unlike fiction where it could be fantasy and just about anything under the sun. And the styles of writing and so on.
Some were getting restless and so we decided to wind up, and quench our hunger and thirst with more coffee, apple juice, sinful chocolate cake, and samosas. A few bid adieu and departed but not before we decided the date for the next read meet, to be tentatively held on June 10th and it will have all of us contributing on a common theme/genre/topic.
Some of us stayed back waiting for Prasad, who had gone to drop off Sharmila and finally left the place around 8.45pm.. An evening well spent is all I can say!!
Aarti @ 17/5/05
The review that had come in Business Line on 27th may 05
http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/life/2005/05/27/stories/2005052700050400.htm
14th May 05
5pm …………
It was just another hot and humid day in Chennai as it always is. Am sure just like me, the others were looking forward to spending some time in the Air-conditioned space that was Prasad's office. He had graciously offered his office premises for the 2nd Read meet. Left home around 4.15pm so as to reach the destination ahead of time so to help set the table and get coffee and snacks ready, incase any one was hungry and wanted to grab a bite to eat before we began.
Prasad had given us perfect directions to get to his office, inspite of which i got lost, standing outside his office; I called him and asked where the location was...lol. He got out and dragged me in, where i discovered i wasn’t the first to reach. It was a rectangular room with computer lined against the wall and chairs on either side, although must tell you, there weren’t enough chairs and the Host had to stand through the entire session. Poor guy, guess this the first and last time, he is going to be volunteering his office space...lol...
Was greeted by Harish Vittal (fellow ryzer), Archana (who was doing her internship at Business Line-The Hindu, she is studying Mass communication in Pune and is in Chennai for 4mths,loves writing, looks at it as therapy), Mr Narayanaswamy (consultant--textile) and Sharmila Vijayan (who is a Training manager by profession and avid reader and writer,esp to poems on animals,esp Cats).Pulled up a chair, and just about ready to make myself at home when the door opens and in walks Anurag Mathur followed by Pradeep(Code of Wooster)-ryzers. Couple of mins later, Meera walked in, she is taking a break and chilling at the moment (lucky gal), followed by Vidya & Navin Sigamany (they run an online creative writing magazine, Non commercial is how they run it, besides which Vidya is also a freelance editor, Navin like to write, as a hobby). Just as we were getting comfortable, in walks Ashok (who is into film/documentary making, animation and advertisement being his forte, and he is into Philosophy writing). A round of introductions later,Prasad graciously served coffee to all, some wanting sugar, some light, some strong.Phew!! We were soon joined by Sivakami(she has been writing poetry since 1970 and has over 75-80 poems published to her credit) and Nithya(a ryzer,who has been writing for the past 4days ).Final entrant was Saravanan(he works with the local paper called Mylapore Times)
Finally we were ready to commence..Harish gave a small intro to all about what a Read meet was and the details about the same. The read meet was now in action, I asked Harish to begin, he read out his latest “Black & White”, had brought the inspiration for the poem and that helped others understand it better. About 5mins was spent commenting and critiquing. I then read out two poems by Vijay Nair (fellow Ryzer and AKNite)-My Misery and Stoic Silences, there was unanimous cheer for the latter and all absolutely loved it. I then, read out some of my own writings- Queue and I saw your crying. We then passed it to Anurag to read out his short story (based on a true incident that occurred when he was waiting at a traffic signal with a friend of his) –The Look and he also read out a poem On “Poem”. Sivakami took over and read out a poem she had written based on an Iron box (sorry, don’t recall the name, but it was interesting). Harish, then read out a story sent by Max Babi (fellow ryzer) called “The Licking”, it had us all in splits, couldn’t stop laughing. Sharmila, read out a poem by Ogden Nash, which was truly hilarious and I guess most married people could relate to it. It was called “What every woman knows sooner or later”. Nithya had to leave in between, for she was getting late for class. and that was when Vijay(a budding copywriter) made his entry and was a silent spectator through the evening.
The meet was then open for discussion, we spoke about what we had heard to the art of critiquing, how and why should it be done..What makes a person a Critique?what are the qualifications he needs to get to that level.. Another interesting question that was thrown open by Ashok was,” What are we looking for in Poetry? Are we looking for Beauty or Truth?” Many suggested that poetry at most times is a part of the person writing it unlike fiction where it could be fantasy and just about anything under the sun. And the styles of writing and so on.
Some were getting restless and so we decided to wind up, and quench our hunger and thirst with more coffee, apple juice, sinful chocolate cake, and samosas. A few bid adieu and departed but not before we decided the date for the next read meet, to be tentatively held on June 10th and it will have all of us contributing on a common theme/genre/topic.
Some of us stayed back waiting for Prasad, who had gone to drop off Sharmila and finally left the place around 8.45pm.. An evening well spent is all I can say!!
Aarti @ 17/5/05
The review that had come in Business Line on 27th may 05
http://www.thehindubusinessline.com/life/2005/05/27/stories/2005052700050400.htm
May 16, 2005
If.....
If Speaking the truth is a sin
I'd be lost for words,
If Missing you every day is wrong
I'd be crushed by grief,
If Giving up being happy means having you forever
Everything would be gone in an instant,
If Wishing on every star will bring you to me
I'd wish every breathing moment,
If Finding a genie meant being with you
I'd search every lamp in this world,
If only this were possible
I'd be with you Now!!
Aarti @ 17/5/05
I'd be lost for words,
If Missing you every day is wrong
I'd be crushed by grief,
If Giving up being happy means having you forever
Everything would be gone in an instant,
If Wishing on every star will bring you to me
I'd wish every breathing moment,
If Finding a genie meant being with you
I'd search every lamp in this world,
If only this were possible
I'd be with you Now!!
Aarti @ 17/5/05
May 15, 2005
Nice?
Nice?
Be Nice
Be polite
the voice echos
deep within me
i nod-
i shake my head
I am always nice,
arent i?
what about
when i hurt
when i am in pain
do i still nod-
shake my head?
do i still pretend to be nice?
I need you
looking for you
long for your support
for i need to get out
get out
from this tide
that is weighing me down
Be nice.....
Was inspired to write this after reading a snippet from the book "Too Nice For your own good"
Aarti @ 7/3/05
Be Nice
Be polite
the voice echos
deep within me
i nod-
i shake my head
I am always nice,
arent i?
what about
when i hurt
when i am in pain
do i still nod-
shake my head?
do i still pretend to be nice?
I need you
looking for you
long for your support
for i need to get out
get out
from this tide
that is weighing me down
Be nice.....
Was inspired to write this after reading a snippet from the book "Too Nice For your own good"
Aarti @ 7/3/05
Judge
some are tall
some are short
some are fair
some are dusky
some are just there
why do we stare
why do we care
is there a winner?
is there a loser?
is this a Game?
comment and criticise
sneer and cheer
clap and slap
"if looks could kill"as they say
would any of us survive??
Jugdes we all become
in this game of life
mind working all the time
waiting to pounce on that one
what is the fuss all about?
Smiles and tears
Outbursts and fears
we take em in our stride
marching ahead trying not to slip
wondering whats in store tomorrow?
Aarti @ 12/04/05
At the end of a long tiring day :)
some are short
some are fair
some are dusky
some are just there
why do we stare
why do we care
is there a winner?
is there a loser?
is this a Game?
comment and criticise
sneer and cheer
clap and slap
"if looks could kill"as they say
would any of us survive??
Jugdes we all become
in this game of life
mind working all the time
waiting to pounce on that one
what is the fuss all about?
Smiles and tears
Outbursts and fears
we take em in our stride
marching ahead trying not to slip
wondering whats in store tomorrow?
Aarti @ 12/04/05
At the end of a long tiring day :)
Best Day of my LIfe!!
Best day of my Life!!
I was running late for school on Monday morning, hurriedly wore the uniform that Mother had ironed and laid out. Fortunately, I had arranged my books in my black school bag and got ready for another day of math and science, secretly hoping we would have an extra hour of games this week. The lunch box that Mother held out went in the bag and I waved her a cheerful bye as I headed for the door.
I ran down the stairs, taking two at a time, and hopped out into the courtyard even as a light drizzle began. I shrugged aside the thought of a downpour as I began my walk to school but the dark clouds hovering over, making me wonder if I should have carried an umbrella?
Walking through the narrow lane leading on to the main road, I had to focus on steering clear of the garbage that people had thoughtlessly strewn all over. The 10-minute walk seemed to take forever, more so when my friends whizzed past on his gleaming bicycle. I got through a
whole day at school, learnt new a formula in math class and learnt of the beauty of Amsterdam in geography class.
Thanks to the dark clouds looming, my dream of extra play on Monday remained just that as we were not allowed to go out. What a boring day it had been and the thought of five more days to go before weekend was killing.
I hitched a ride back home with a classmate on his bicycle and I was tempted to ask him if I could take it on a spin. "Mother wants me home by four for I have maths tuition," he lied. Hanging my head low and feeling sorry for myself, I walked home.
My father was at the doorstep and wore a smile as he spotted me at the end of the alley. I was surprised he was home early but didn't say anything. He held me by hand and led me to the wicker gate to the lawn. He took a pair of keys out of his trouser pocket, placed them in
my palm and said "Ravi, this is for you. I know you have always wanted a bicycle. Here it is."
A brand new cycle was parked by the hedge.
I was speechless with joy. I mumbled a thank you and hopped on my new bicycle, placing my bag on the carrier and set off. A downpour started when I was on the main road and I did not realize that I was drenched to the skin.
It was the best day of my life!
By Aarti @ 5/5/05
I was running late for school on Monday morning, hurriedly wore the uniform that Mother had ironed and laid out. Fortunately, I had arranged my books in my black school bag and got ready for another day of math and science, secretly hoping we would have an extra hour of games this week. The lunch box that Mother held out went in the bag and I waved her a cheerful bye as I headed for the door.
I ran down the stairs, taking two at a time, and hopped out into the courtyard even as a light drizzle began. I shrugged aside the thought of a downpour as I began my walk to school but the dark clouds hovering over, making me wonder if I should have carried an umbrella?
Walking through the narrow lane leading on to the main road, I had to focus on steering clear of the garbage that people had thoughtlessly strewn all over. The 10-minute walk seemed to take forever, more so when my friends whizzed past on his gleaming bicycle. I got through a
whole day at school, learnt new a formula in math class and learnt of the beauty of Amsterdam in geography class.
Thanks to the dark clouds looming, my dream of extra play on Monday remained just that as we were not allowed to go out. What a boring day it had been and the thought of five more days to go before weekend was killing.
I hitched a ride back home with a classmate on his bicycle and I was tempted to ask him if I could take it on a spin. "Mother wants me home by four for I have maths tuition," he lied. Hanging my head low and feeling sorry for myself, I walked home.
My father was at the doorstep and wore a smile as he spotted me at the end of the alley. I was surprised he was home early but didn't say anything. He held me by hand and led me to the wicker gate to the lawn. He took a pair of keys out of his trouser pocket, placed them in
my palm and said "Ravi, this is for you. I know you have always wanted a bicycle. Here it is."
A brand new cycle was parked by the hedge.
I was speechless with joy. I mumbled a thank you and hopped on my new bicycle, placing my bag on the carrier and set off. A downpour started when I was on the main road and I did not realize that I was drenched to the skin.
It was the best day of my life!
By Aarti @ 5/5/05
May 12, 2005
Just another friend!!
You were just another friend
But when I got to know you,
I let my heart unbend.
I've fallen in love with you
and I'll never let you go
I love you more than anyone
I just had to let you know
And if you ever wonder why
I don't know what I'll say
But I'll never stop loving you
each and every day
My feelings for you will never change
Just know my feelings are true
Just remember one thing
I Love You!
Aarti @ 4/5/05
But when I got to know you,
I let my heart unbend.
I've fallen in love with you
and I'll never let you go
I love you more than anyone
I just had to let you know
And if you ever wonder why
I don't know what I'll say
But I'll never stop loving you
each and every day
My feelings for you will never change
Just know my feelings are true
Just remember one thing
I Love You!
Aarti @ 4/5/05
Hold my hand . . .
Hold my hand . . .
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father..
"There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what
happens, you will never let my hand go." In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours . .
from 4minutesperday.com
A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father..
"There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what
happens, you will never let my hand go." In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours . .
from 4minutesperday.com
you are mine!!
"You are mine forever",
i hear you say,
over and over again
Am i?Really!! i exclaim.
Heart skips a beat,
Blush rising on the cheeks,
as you cup my face in
those soft hands.
"Look me in the eye",you say!
your lips, i stare
moving up and down
words i hear not.
Lose myself to you
that very moment,
Falling in love ,all over again!!
Where are we headed?
I know not,
What am i looking for?
I search not
Why,you ask?
For i am happy being lost in your love!!
i hear you say,
over and over again
Am i?Really!! i exclaim.
Heart skips a beat,
Blush rising on the cheeks,
as you cup my face in
those soft hands.
"Look me in the eye",you say!
your lips, i stare
moving up and down
words i hear not.
Lose myself to you
that very moment,
Falling in love ,all over again!!
Where are we headed?
I know not,
What am i looking for?
I search not
Why,you ask?
For i am happy being lost in your love!!
May 11, 2005
Fear
Fear
I do
Of so many things
Where i did i learn to fear?
Is it from within or
from someone or something out there
When did i first fear?
How do i get over it?
Bitten by the Fear-Bug
one too many times
i Fear the outcome of this fear
Fear
I do Of
Speaking my mind - will it hurt the other person
Feeling - will they understand me
Sharing - will they take-in what i have to offer
Loving - will they reciprocate it
Taking Risks - will i succeed or fail
Singing - will they enjoy it
Criticising - will they take it in the right spirit
Advicing - will they think am crossing my limit
Writing - will it make sense
Did you sense my apprehension?
The reason why i did not speak
"Why are you so silent?"you ask
Simply because i fear of saying what was not right
"Who cares?"you say
"I do" is all i say
"Get over it",i hear
From a voice deep within
Need to take that first step
No looking back
Am out and on my way...
Alas!!i am fear-free
I do
Of so many things
Where i did i learn to fear?
Is it from within or
from someone or something out there
When did i first fear?
How do i get over it?
Bitten by the Fear-Bug
one too many times
i Fear the outcome of this fear
Fear
I do Of
Speaking my mind - will it hurt the other person
Feeling - will they understand me
Sharing - will they take-in what i have to offer
Loving - will they reciprocate it
Taking Risks - will i succeed or fail
Singing - will they enjoy it
Criticising - will they take it in the right spirit
Advicing - will they think am crossing my limit
Writing - will it make sense
Did you sense my apprehension?
The reason why i did not speak
"Why are you so silent?"you ask
Simply because i fear of saying what was not right
"Who cares?"you say
"I do" is all i say
"Get over it",i hear
From a voice deep within
Need to take that first step
No looking back
Am out and on my way...
Alas!!i am fear-free
Queue
Long queues
tired faces
waiting waiting
their turn
eyes darting to and fro.
standing on the farthest wall
tattered clock
two tired hands
making their way around
as if
understanding the
anxiety,and
end to this
long wait.
patience
wearing out
sweat dripping
down the face
feet crying in pain
long hours of
standing in line.
relief at last
queue trudging
ahead
taste the sweet
freedom,
the end seems
Oh! so near.......
Aarti @ 8/4/05
tired faces
waiting waiting
their turn
eyes darting to and fro.
standing on the farthest wall
tattered clock
two tired hands
making their way around
as if
understanding the
anxiety,and
end to this
long wait.
patience
wearing out
sweat dripping
down the face
feet crying in pain
long hours of
standing in line.
relief at last
queue trudging
ahead
taste the sweet
freedom,
the end seems
Oh! so near.......
Aarti @ 8/4/05
Will i
will i ever
walk down the road
holding your hand
will i ever
wake up
to see your staring at me
will i ever
enjoy
the smile on your face
will i ever
feel you
right next to me
will i ever
hear you
say those sweet words
will i ever
stop
sighing!!
will i?
will i?
Aarti @ 13/4/05
walk down the road
holding your hand
will i ever
wake up
to see your staring at me
will i ever
enjoy
the smile on your face
will i ever
feel you
right next to me
will i ever
hear you
say those sweet words
will i ever
stop
sighing!!
will i?
will i?
Aarti @ 13/4/05
I have
need a place to park my mind
need some space to gather my thoughts
need a blanket to keep me warm
need some words to quench my thirst
need a home to call my own
need a family to love and care
need a friend to share my life
need a foe to help me grow
-----------
................
I have a body that is, Oh so mine
I have a bag filled with thoughts
I have some lovely friends keeping me safe
I have a job,that pays all the bills
I have a home where i belong
I have a life,the one i carved for myself
I have you,making me feel,Oh so complete
I have me,the best of it all!!
:D
Aarti @ 18/4/05
need some space to gather my thoughts
need a blanket to keep me warm
need some words to quench my thirst
need a home to call my own
need a family to love and care
need a friend to share my life
need a foe to help me grow
-----------
................
I have a body that is, Oh so mine
I have a bag filled with thoughts
I have some lovely friends keeping me safe
I have a job,that pays all the bills
I have a home where i belong
I have a life,the one i carved for myself
I have you,making me feel,Oh so complete
I have me,the best of it all!!
:D
Aarti @ 18/4/05
Circus.
Vibrant colours
Filling the field
otherwise so empty
but for some cars and bikes
Men and women running about
funny costumes and make-up
Horses and camel
Elephant and Dogs,all in cages
Enter the tent and
find a seat,not wanting
to be right in front
for fear of mishap!
Making me wonder
what its going to be like.
My first ever experience
at the Circus.
Two hours have passed
never have i enjoyed a trapeze act
never have i laughed and applauded
for something so silly or daring
Oh!so much...
Aarti @ 27/4/05
Filling the field
otherwise so empty
but for some cars and bikes
Men and women running about
funny costumes and make-up
Horses and camel
Elephant and Dogs,all in cages
Enter the tent and
find a seat,not wanting
to be right in front
for fear of mishap!
Making me wonder
what its going to be like.
My first ever experience
at the Circus.
Two hours have passed
never have i enjoyed a trapeze act
never have i laughed and applauded
for something so silly or daring
Oh!so much...
Aarti @ 27/4/05
I always thought ........
I always thought I was all alone
I always thought there was no other like me.
People all around me,but none seemed to understand me.
I say something funny,no one laughed.
I was sad and unhappy,no one understood why.
Was always among friends, but I just wasn't myself.
I try so hard to be like them,for I thought i wasn't normal
I felt so out of place, so different.
All those years i spent,i always thought i was alone
There you were right there...
you,who laughed when i did
you,who felt sad when i was down
Knew what i was thinking,what i was going through
With you,i felt so free
Mimicked me,Said the same things i did
See you now i do every single day,
There you are ,my own reflection
Staring at me from right across
Now i know,I am no longer alone..
© Aarti 2/5/05
I always thought there was no other like me.
People all around me,but none seemed to understand me.
I say something funny,no one laughed.
I was sad and unhappy,no one understood why.
Was always among friends, but I just wasn't myself.
I try so hard to be like them,for I thought i wasn't normal
I felt so out of place, so different.
All those years i spent,i always thought i was alone
There you were right there...
you,who laughed when i did
you,who felt sad when i was down
Knew what i was thinking,what i was going through
With you,i felt so free
Mimicked me,Said the same things i did
See you now i do every single day,
There you are ,my own reflection
Staring at me from right across
Now i know,I am no longer alone..
© Aarti 2/5/05
I Saw you crying....
I Saw you crying....
I was out on a stroll,when
I saw you sitting on a park bench,
I strained to catch a glimpse,when
I saw you crying.
I wanted to reach out and comfort
I dint know how you would react
I wished I had have asked you ,"if you were ok"
I wished that I had the courage to ask
I wished I could have done something
but I didn't,
For I
was afraid of your reaction.
I walked on
past you,
because you were a just a stranger
I didn't know you
I left you there jus as you were....
Aarti @ 11/5/05
I was out on a stroll,when
I saw you sitting on a park bench,
I strained to catch a glimpse,when
I saw you crying.
I wanted to reach out and comfort
I dint know how you would react
I wished I had have asked you ,"if you were ok"
I wished that I had the courage to ask
I wished I could have done something
but I didn't,
For I
was afraid of your reaction.
I walked on
past you,
because you were a just a stranger
I didn't know you
I left you there jus as you were....
Aarti @ 11/5/05
What do you see?
What do you see?
What do you see,when you see me?
Am i beautiful or old and frail ?
Do you see the tears these eyes have shed?
The joy and grief that i've been through ?
Do you see these wrinkled hands,how hard they have toiled?
What do you see?
Are my hardships and pain visible to you?
How hard yet wonderful life has been for me?
How difficult it was to lose the one you love?
Tell me,What do you see?
An old woman is all you see,am afraid
How important my life was, you dont realise
And I am the reason you are You!
I wish i had known sooner how precious life was
Live for every moment you must.
For life is the only gift from God that we dont ask for
Dont take life for granted
Dont be like me
Please...............
Aarti @ 4/5/05
What do you see,when you see me?
Am i beautiful or old and frail ?
Do you see the tears these eyes have shed?
The joy and grief that i've been through ?
Do you see these wrinkled hands,how hard they have toiled?
What do you see?
Are my hardships and pain visible to you?
How hard yet wonderful life has been for me?
How difficult it was to lose the one you love?
Tell me,What do you see?
An old woman is all you see,am afraid
How important my life was, you dont realise
And I am the reason you are You!
I wish i had known sooner how precious life was
Live for every moment you must.
For life is the only gift from God that we dont ask for
Dont take life for granted
Dont be like me
Please...............
Aarti @ 4/5/05
May 4, 2005
Day at home
Went for a walk
At the break of dawn
weather was chill
felt the bite of the wind
Got back home in a hurry
Sneeze i did -Achoo!!Achoo!!
Not once not twice
Had no energy to keep track
I knew it!!
Landed with a cold
Went to work
Mustered enough strength to last a day
Collapse i did
as i entered home
Brrr!!came the shivers
Knew i was done for
Could not sleep
hunted for the pills-
a crocin,a metacin or an Allegra
Finally sleep crept up my eyes
Awoke too tired
felt so drained
Decided to take the day off
happy i could get some rest
Got bored after a nap
Oh what do i do?
How do i kill time?
Yup,can u believe it,i got bored being home
Just a day
not even 24hrs but a couple less
Drove all nuts
Mom said "Wish you were at work" :)
There ends my day
never do i say "what do u do at home all day"
Man,it sure is tough
just being home!!
Ode to all Mom's and others who stay home and make it look like they enjoy their days..
Aarti on 16/2/05
At the break of dawn
weather was chill
felt the bite of the wind
Got back home in a hurry
Sneeze i did -Achoo!!Achoo!!
Not once not twice
Had no energy to keep track
I knew it!!
Landed with a cold
Went to work
Mustered enough strength to last a day
Collapse i did
as i entered home
Brrr!!came the shivers
Knew i was done for
Could not sleep
hunted for the pills-
a crocin,a metacin or an Allegra
Finally sleep crept up my eyes
Awoke too tired
felt so drained
Decided to take the day off
happy i could get some rest
Got bored after a nap
Oh what do i do?
How do i kill time?
Yup,can u believe it,i got bored being home
Just a day
not even 24hrs but a couple less
Drove all nuts
Mom said "Wish you were at work" :)
There ends my day
never do i say "what do u do at home all day"
Man,it sure is tough
just being home!!
Ode to all Mom's and others who stay home and make it look like they enjoy their days..
Aarti on 16/2/05
[fiction] Threads of life
“Hi Shyam! Welcome home”
“Hello Shyam! It’s so good to see you”
“Hello, Beta! It’s been so long”
Shyam had heard so many voices surrounding him as he had made his way home. Sharad, Seema, his grandmother were all so happy to see him. It had been long, his last visit was way back in December 2000. Since then two years had flown by, but what could he do? his education, completion of PhD had to take place before he could plan a trip home.
Upon hearing the door open, he was jolted back to reality. No sooner had he stepped over the threshold, his eyes had scanned the room to locate his father.
He had spotted his father standing at the far end of the room holding a beautiful garland made of lovely red roses. Shyam reflects on how he had seen his father in the exact same position about 3years ago when he, Shyam had rushed home upon receiving news that his mother had passed away.
Shyam had walked up to his dad, who held him in a tight embrace for a few seconds, before letting go and handing over the garland. “Shyam, place this garland on your mother’s picture and take her blessings” is all he had whispered.
As Shyam made his way to what used to be his parent’s room, now being used by his kid sister Seema, tears had filled his eyes almost blinding him. He could recall that rainy day 3years ago, he even remembered the date, it was August 10,1997, when he had answered the call that shattered his world .
His dad has followed him into the room and tapped him on his shoulder bringing him back to reality. His father smiled and told him “Son, she would have been so proud of you and what you have achieved” .It was her dream that you study further and accomplish something for yourself instead of joining the family garment export business as your brother, Sharad did.
The day had worn by and everyone had retired to their rooms after dinner. Shyam had been in his room trying to sleep, but sleep evaded him. He had got out of bed and walked across the living room to the one he visited that morning. His sister was fast asleep holding a picture of his mom, a habit she had developed right his mother’s passing away. He had walked upto his mother’s picture that hung on the wall, ran his hand through the silk threads that had held the roses together. His mother was so like the threads, she had held the family together and happy; never giving up, always ready to please, giving in to their whims and fancies. She was the thread that made sure there were no difference of opinions between father and son, between siblings and everyone else who were a part of their lives.
Roses were her favourite flowers, for she used to say, “Roses are like life, inspite of being covered in thorns, the plant manages to give out such a pretty flower. Just as we should all learn to take things in our stride and not let it get to our head. This she said, “Would spoil the relationship and that we have to learn to share what we have and give we must unconditionally”
The very day Shyam’s mother passed away, his father made a promise, and since then he had risen early every morning, gathered 20 roses from their garden and would sit in that particular chair in the porch making a beautiful garland using the same threads his mother had loved. This had become a routine that his father looked forward to and had never deterred from.
Oh, what a trip that had been for Shyam. And it was already two years since then and he sure was looking forward to seeing them all again
“Good Morning Shyam Beta, had your coffee yet?” jolts Shyam awake.
Shyam could hear his father ask from out in the porch.
A yawn slips out of his mouth and Shyam wakes up in his bed , where he’d slept the previous night , after a long tiring flight from Kuala Lumpur. He strolls out of the room to be greeted by the sight of his father doing the exact same thing that had become his routine ,making yet another garland.
...........
Field of Despair~
Field of Despair~
Sitting amidst the "field of despair"
Roots of saplings reach deep within
Beneath the cracked brown earth,
As we wait for the dark clouds to gather
Lips so parched- in need of water
Life so drained- in need of revival
Faith,it dwindles with every minute,
As I stare at the Sun shining with all his might
Future, seems so bleak
Hope,I seem to cling on to
Harvest, the only life i have known,
Slipping through my tattered fingers
.....
.....
.....
....
Is that cool breeze i feel, upon my bare shoulders?
Do i hear the growl of the clouds at a distance?
God, i hope is being kind on us...
On this savaged land beneath my feet
This starved brown land, that is mine
Life and Source of survival
I know now,this drought must pass
For me to have a tomorrow!!
Aarti @ 26/4/05 [12.45am]
Sitting amidst the "field of despair"
Roots of saplings reach deep within
Beneath the cracked brown earth,
As we wait for the dark clouds to gather
Lips so parched- in need of water
Life so drained- in need of revival
Faith,it dwindles with every minute,
As I stare at the Sun shining with all his might
Future, seems so bleak
Hope,I seem to cling on to
Harvest, the only life i have known,
Slipping through my tattered fingers
.....
.....
.....
....
Is that cool breeze i feel, upon my bare shoulders?
Do i hear the growl of the clouds at a distance?
God, i hope is being kind on us...
On this savaged land beneath my feet
This starved brown land, that is mine
Life and Source of survival
I know now,this drought must pass
For me to have a tomorrow!!
Aarti @ 26/4/05 [12.45am]
Familiar face..[Ghazal]
Standing there looking so lost and in need of a "familar face"
I wander over with a smile and hoping he will see this "familiar face"
His face filled with scars,and fear shimmering in his eyes
Embrace him from behind as if to say here is the "familiar face"
All those years of seperation and the search for this lovely friend
Sitting through those strenuous exams was none but this "familiar face"
Years and Life added a few lines and scars on his beautiful face
but to me he still remains that friend i longed for,that one "familiar face"
I wander over with a smile and hoping he will see this "familiar face"
His face filled with scars,and fear shimmering in his eyes
Embrace him from behind as if to say here is the "familiar face"
All those years of seperation and the search for this lovely friend
Sitting through those strenuous exams was none but this "familiar face"
Years and Life added a few lines and scars on his beautiful face
but to me he still remains that friend i longed for,that one "familiar face"
never
I weave a tapestry,of words in my diary
Surrounded by things I love
Photographs and memories wrapping my empty soul
Semi-dark room full of bright colors.
My dog,she stares at me while I create a
carpet of words, on sheets of paper
Words are my love and my companion.
All my thoughts,dreams,desires, which are words,
Reach out to you like a bolt of lightning,
Emotions igniting the edges of the paper.
I feel higher than being on Cloud no: 9.
I keep my emotions
Locked up inside me, in my diary
Like a haunting melody,that stays in your mind
Never to be forgotten
Never..Ever!!
Aarti @ 29/4/05
Surrounded by things I love
Photographs and memories wrapping my empty soul
Semi-dark room full of bright colors.
My dog,she stares at me while I create a
carpet of words, on sheets of paper
Words are my love and my companion.
All my thoughts,dreams,desires, which are words,
Reach out to you like a bolt of lightning,
Emotions igniting the edges of the paper.
I feel higher than being on Cloud no: 9.
I keep my emotions
Locked up inside me, in my diary
Like a haunting melody,that stays in your mind
Never to be forgotten
Never..Ever!!
Aarti @ 29/4/05
I always thought......
I always thought I was alone . . .
I always thought I was all alone
I always thought there was no other like me.
People all around me, but none who understood me.
I say something funny, no one laughed.
I was sad and unhappy , no one understood why.
Had some friends, even they didn't understand me.
Was always among friends, but I just wasn't myself.
I try so hard to be like them,for I thought i wasn't normal
I felt so out of place, so different.
All those years i spent,i always thought i was alone
Found you one i did in my very own home
you,who laughed when i did
you,who felt sad when i was down
Knew what i was thinking,what i was going through
With you,i felt so free
Mimicked me,Said the same things i did
See you now i do every single day,
There you are ,my own reflection
Staring at me from right across
Now i know,I am no longer alone..
© Aarti 2/5/05
I always thought I was all alone
I always thought there was no other like me.
People all around me, but none who understood me.
I say something funny, no one laughed.
I was sad and unhappy , no one understood why.
Had some friends, even they didn't understand me.
Was always among friends, but I just wasn't myself.
I try so hard to be like them,for I thought i wasn't normal
I felt so out of place, so different.
All those years i spent,i always thought i was alone
Found you one i did in my very own home
you,who laughed when i did
you,who felt sad when i was down
Knew what i was thinking,what i was going through
With you,i felt so free
Mimicked me,Said the same things i did
See you now i do every single day,
There you are ,my own reflection
Staring at me from right across
Now i know,I am no longer alone..
© Aarti 2/5/05
The afternoon
Walk
Into the lounge
Filled with unknown
Faces, scanning for the duo,
Searching and straining I look around.
Decide to wait at the one well-known bookstore,
Standing there leafing through the books, feel eyes straying
Afar, towards to the flood of people walking towards me.
Where are they? Mind wonders, trying to spot the two.
Two unfamiliar faces, yet familiar to me
Am I early or are they lost?
Do I call or wait?
Look up,
Smile
Breaks out on
my face, relief setting in.
There he stands tall, with
Her small and petite holding two bags
Rest the book on the shelf, taking long strides
Make my way across the store with hands extended,
Recognition setting in and Hello’s exchanged
Talking a dime a dozen, we make
Our way out into the
Parking Lot…
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The warm
Tuesday afternoon.
Beach looking so deserted
Kids and hawkers lingering about
Selling peanuts, chat, and ice cream.
Stroll along the sand reaching the ocean,
Enjoy the cool splash of waves on our feet
Catamaran n fishing boats resting on the shore
Tree stumps lying on the warm sand covered,
In Fishing nets, as if to say, “Rest on me”.
Two friends pick the perfect seat
Rest their feet and savour
The beautiful ocean
Waves, they dance
In unison to her tunes
Swaying to and fro.
What a day! Sigh!!
Aarti @ 4/5/05
Wrote this after meeting a friend n his daughter and spending the evening with them at the beach
Into the lounge
Filled with unknown
Faces, scanning for the duo,
Searching and straining I look around.
Decide to wait at the one well-known bookstore,
Standing there leafing through the books, feel eyes straying
Afar, towards to the flood of people walking towards me.
Where are they? Mind wonders, trying to spot the two.
Two unfamiliar faces, yet familiar to me
Am I early or are they lost?
Do I call or wait?
Look up,
Smile
Breaks out on
my face, relief setting in.
There he stands tall, with
Her small and petite holding two bags
Rest the book on the shelf, taking long strides
Make my way across the store with hands extended,
Recognition setting in and Hello’s exchanged
Talking a dime a dozen, we make
Our way out into the
Parking Lot…
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The warm
Tuesday afternoon.
Beach looking so deserted
Kids and hawkers lingering about
Selling peanuts, chat, and ice cream.
Stroll along the sand reaching the ocean,
Enjoy the cool splash of waves on our feet
Catamaran n fishing boats resting on the shore
Tree stumps lying on the warm sand covered,
In Fishing nets, as if to say, “Rest on me”.
Two friends pick the perfect seat
Rest their feet and savour
The beautiful ocean
Waves, they dance
In unison to her tunes
Swaying to and fro.
What a day! Sigh!!
Aarti @ 4/5/05
Wrote this after meeting a friend n his daughter and spending the evening with them at the beach
That lovely day in Spring!!
That lovely day!!
"Spring is in the Air" she thought standing in the balcony staring at the sun, taking a peak through the clouds, she was amazed at how crystal clear the sky was. Cool breeze brushed her cheeks making her feel the chill, running a shiver down her spine. She rubbed her hands and placed them on her cheeks. Oh, that felt nice and warm. She turns to look at the pretty wall clock in the bedroom as it chimes, indicating it is 6 AM. Still early enough for her to sneak out and be back home before the rest of the household wakes up.
She then shuts the balcony door and enters the room thankful that the room heater was working. Takes a minute to enjoy the warmth and wishes she could just snuggle up and sleep some more. Alas, not possible. Makes her way slowly into the walk-in closet and picks out the Navy Blue T-shirt and Grey Pants, looks around and picks up the pink lycra socks and sneakers that are hidden behind a pile of clothes to be laundered. All she needs to complete the attire is her Discman, which is nowhere to be seen. She frowns as she hunts for it, hoping she hasn’t misplaced it or lost it. Phew! She lets out as she spots it on the bedside table under the book. All set to head out and get a head-start on this very beautiful Saturday.
Trying not to make too much noise, she makes her way out of her room and down the flight of stairs onto the foyer. Takes a peek at the Grandfather clock. Thank God, Its only 6.15 AM. She knows she still has two more hours before all hell breaks lose.
She’s almost out of the door, when she remembers she has forgotten the house keys. Oh! No. Now she has to get back all the way upstairs and back down without much ado. Slowly, she creeps up the stairs one at a time and manages to grab the keys and make a dash to the door.
She trots along the sidewalk, humming a song by Raghav, enjoying the awesome weather, the chirping of the birds and gazing at the beautiful flowers blooming in her neighbor’s garden as she hops along to her friends’ house, which is about a block away. Takes her around 5 minutes to get there. Lucklily, the maid is outside picking out flowers to be arranged in the vase in their drawing room .She waves her hand and says “Hello” to the maid and enters the house thankful that she did not have to ring the bell and wake the family. Walks into her friend's room and pounces on the bed giving her a fright and jolts her out of her sleep.
She and her friend waste no time, start pulling out the suitcase from under the bed and empty the contents onto another trolley bag. Go down to the kitchen and empty the contents from the refrigerator and pile them all in the Living room. She asks her friend to change into some decent clothes, who grudgingly obliges. Together they lug the bags and boxes out into the street, wondering how they are going to get it all the way across.
They drag it along as fast as they can, making their way back to her house, as the cool wind brushes their face. Push open the wooden gates and walk into the foyer. Finally, back home. They were both exhausted, but can’t waste a minute. Begin rearranging the furniture in the huge living room and drop all the stuff on the sofa and some beneath the coffee table that they have managed to bring around. They make enough noise to wake up the dead .Her parents who were sleeping in the bedroom in the ground floor rush out upon hearing the ruckus. ”What is going on …?” bellows her Dad only to gape in awe as he is stopped midway by his wife who is pointing at the table and the girls standing there beaming at them.
Surprise! They scream.
"Happy Anniversary Mom n Dad”, she yells!
There sits a Beautiful cake, and many brightly wrapped presents around the table. Her parents are surprised and at a loss for words. Suddenly, there is an outburst, as the servants gather around wondering what is going on. Tears of joy, hugs and kisses being passed around as the family celebrates. These will be a part of good times cherished that has been brought on by the dawn of spring, spreading happiness and joy in the face of all the six odd members of the household who were present in the house.
All this as the cool breeze sweeps through the streets rustling up the fallen leaves, passing by the tall trees, bringing about a smile and making them reminisce about the good old days.
Aarti
11.30pm @ 18/2/05
"Spring is in the Air" she thought standing in the balcony staring at the sun, taking a peak through the clouds, she was amazed at how crystal clear the sky was. Cool breeze brushed her cheeks making her feel the chill, running a shiver down her spine. She rubbed her hands and placed them on her cheeks. Oh, that felt nice and warm. She turns to look at the pretty wall clock in the bedroom as it chimes, indicating it is 6 AM. Still early enough for her to sneak out and be back home before the rest of the household wakes up.
She then shuts the balcony door and enters the room thankful that the room heater was working. Takes a minute to enjoy the warmth and wishes she could just snuggle up and sleep some more. Alas, not possible. Makes her way slowly into the walk-in closet and picks out the Navy Blue T-shirt and Grey Pants, looks around and picks up the pink lycra socks and sneakers that are hidden behind a pile of clothes to be laundered. All she needs to complete the attire is her Discman, which is nowhere to be seen. She frowns as she hunts for it, hoping she hasn’t misplaced it or lost it. Phew! She lets out as she spots it on the bedside table under the book. All set to head out and get a head-start on this very beautiful Saturday.
Trying not to make too much noise, she makes her way out of her room and down the flight of stairs onto the foyer. Takes a peek at the Grandfather clock. Thank God, Its only 6.15 AM. She knows she still has two more hours before all hell breaks lose.
She’s almost out of the door, when she remembers she has forgotten the house keys. Oh! No. Now she has to get back all the way upstairs and back down without much ado. Slowly, she creeps up the stairs one at a time and manages to grab the keys and make a dash to the door.
She trots along the sidewalk, humming a song by Raghav, enjoying the awesome weather, the chirping of the birds and gazing at the beautiful flowers blooming in her neighbor’s garden as she hops along to her friends’ house, which is about a block away. Takes her around 5 minutes to get there. Lucklily, the maid is outside picking out flowers to be arranged in the vase in their drawing room .She waves her hand and says “Hello” to the maid and enters the house thankful that she did not have to ring the bell and wake the family. Walks into her friend's room and pounces on the bed giving her a fright and jolts her out of her sleep.
She and her friend waste no time, start pulling out the suitcase from under the bed and empty the contents onto another trolley bag. Go down to the kitchen and empty the contents from the refrigerator and pile them all in the Living room. She asks her friend to change into some decent clothes, who grudgingly obliges. Together they lug the bags and boxes out into the street, wondering how they are going to get it all the way across.
They drag it along as fast as they can, making their way back to her house, as the cool wind brushes their face. Push open the wooden gates and walk into the foyer. Finally, back home. They were both exhausted, but can’t waste a minute. Begin rearranging the furniture in the huge living room and drop all the stuff on the sofa and some beneath the coffee table that they have managed to bring around. They make enough noise to wake up the dead .Her parents who were sleeping in the bedroom in the ground floor rush out upon hearing the ruckus. ”What is going on …?” bellows her Dad only to gape in awe as he is stopped midway by his wife who is pointing at the table and the girls standing there beaming at them.
Surprise! They scream.
"Happy Anniversary Mom n Dad”, she yells!
There sits a Beautiful cake, and many brightly wrapped presents around the table. Her parents are surprised and at a loss for words. Suddenly, there is an outburst, as the servants gather around wondering what is going on. Tears of joy, hugs and kisses being passed around as the family celebrates. These will be a part of good times cherished that has been brought on by the dawn of spring, spreading happiness and joy in the face of all the six odd members of the household who were present in the house.
All this as the cool breeze sweeps through the streets rustling up the fallen leaves, passing by the tall trees, bringing about a smile and making them reminisce about the good old days.
Aarti
11.30pm @ 18/2/05
Spring
Spring
Is the season I love
Is it the one after Winter?
Or is it the one before Summer?
Oh what do i care??
It's still the one i love
Ilove the spring
For every day
There's something new
Cool Breeze,Fresh Flowers...
That's here to stay
How i wish we had it here
Spring,i hear makes the world a happy place
In this city where there aint no change
'T sure will spread some cheer
You'll see a smile on every face
Eagerly we wait
Staring at the sky
For a sight,a sign
to let us know of your presence
to make our spirits soar High!!
Warm welcome to Spring from all Chennaiates!!
Aarti @ 17/2/05
Is the season I love
Is it the one after Winter?
Or is it the one before Summer?
Oh what do i care??
It's still the one i love
Ilove the spring
For every day
There's something new
Cool Breeze,Fresh Flowers...
That's here to stay
How i wish we had it here
Spring,i hear makes the world a happy place
In this city where there aint no change
'T sure will spread some cheer
You'll see a smile on every face
Eagerly we wait
Staring at the sky
For a sight,a sign
to let us know of your presence
to make our spirits soar High!!
Warm welcome to Spring from all Chennaiates!!
Aarti @ 17/2/05
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