Eloquent Feelings

Kellogg's cornflakes have been my favorite since childhood days. The love for cornflakes amplified with its availability in varied flavors. If its varied flavors are so yummy then I am sure that Guptaji’s family’s enticing cornflakes recipes would be very scrumptious. They got so many recipes for breakfast that anyone would be lured to visit Guptaji’s family for breakfast. Like others, I too am interested in visiting him for breakfast; especially for the walnut chocoballs. As they say, the “First Crush Wala Nashta” will give you a piece of heaven and being a chocolate lover I have this strong urge to get a piece of heaven. Healthy and yummy food is generally considered as a myth as healthy food is not yummy and the yummy ones are not that healthy. But Guptaji’s family has come up with exciting recipes where they have used cornflakes to prepare yummy dishes and we know it from our early childhood days that cornflakes are healthy. We grow up seeing our siblings, grandparents and

“I don’t know whether I will be back or not.” he said and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. Rubbing my sleepy eyes and taking things for granted, as I knew papa would be back, I did not take his words seriously and went back to my dreamland as soon as they left. FEW WEEKS LATER: I woke up to the ringing of my elder sister’s phone in the early morning and overheard her conversation. I could only understand that we were asked to reach for the airport and take the first flight to New Delhi. I knew he wasn’t well. I reached there and met my uncle who had come to receive us. I tried to read his eyes which were slightly red and he looked tired. Things were pretty normal; I sighed. Just when we were about to reach the hospital, my sister said to me, “He is no more.” “What?” I almost screamed in a shock. My uncle turned back to as what the matter was and we kept mum. No, I did not believe it and I, at least for once, expected and wished to meet him. As I reached the hospital, I saw

Some things just happen, they may or may not be destined to happen but you make them happen. Sometimes you need to rebel, sometimes you need to protest, Sometimes you have to be the hero, sometimes you need to wake up. I woke up to the rays of the sun kissing me and the birds' chirpings at my window. I rubbed my eyes which were filled with hopes for a new day, a new beginning. Stretched my hands and remained on bed, doing nothing, for a while before I finally moved out of bed. Like always, I was late for my class and it was my mid semester examination day. I hurried to take shower and got ready in next thirty minutes. In the next few minutes, I was in the bus stand to catch the first bus. The bus came and it was fully packed; having no other option left, I took the bus. Though it was fully packed, I managed to get a seat that was reserved for ladies. I took my bottle of water out and started to drink water. It was then when I felt a man leaning on my body taking advantag

Boys, it seems, have a natural inclination towards cars and bikes. The small boy in our home who cannot utter words clearly remains awestruck everytime we go for a long drive. He remains so occupied with cars that he does not wish to return home. We take the longest roads and travel few extra kilometers just to appease him and his love for cars. The dry diaper keeps him dry and happy which is amplified by the beauty of cars and bikes. As he is growing up, his mischievousness is growing too and it takes extra energy for him to remain active all the day.  Not only the nutritious food but also a dry good night’s sleep is necessary for him. How can he learn without making mistakes? We give him space to commit mistakes and learn from them. This liberty makes him smile everytime he breaks his favorite toy. The smile of serenity in the morning when he gets up can brighten up anyone’s day! It authenticates the fact that the dry diaper has provided a sound sleep to him and he is ready for

“Stay strong! ” How often people misinterpret these words! Whenever I was on the verge of breaking down, someone said, “Stay strong.” I thought it meant not to cry. I pulled my socks up and bounced back. Everytime I bounced back, I lost a part of myself to the cruel hands of past. Parts of me eroded as I started enduring the lessons from life. The lessons from life mostly compiled the people who left, wrong choices, forever good byes, etc ! Pain is bitter. It is a clingy lump in the throat that demands to be swallowed. As it travels inside you, it feels like sharp blades are ripping the wind pipe from inside. As soon as it is swallowed, the bitterness causes the eyes to get teary! It aches inside, engulfing everything you have within you and all you are advised to do is to “stay strong!” But, pain is the staple content of life; not because you need both ups and downs but because it is better than the nadir of despondency. I have walked on the shattered dreams of mine. With each ste

I saw a familiar figure coming in my direction like a ray of hope nearing me in a dark tunnel. “Fatso! What’s up??” I heard his voice from some distance which was faint but audible enough for me to recognize him.  I smiled, it was natural and inadvertent. He was like the rain after the drought that helped all the dust from the tragedy of the past to settle down on earth. It felt fresh and light when I smiled, after a long time. Something inside me reacted when he came closer and my brain reacted in a reflex, my hand lifted itself up to embrace a new beginning, or, to continue something that was left incomplete someday in the pages of my book that has been turned by me then. I embraced my past-before-the-latest-past in my arms where probably he embraced his temporary future in his arms. Whatever it was, nostalgia hit me hard and I melted into silent tears which I managed to hide from him. He was and still is real bad in learning my feelings from my eyes but I felt warm. It felt li

 “I am participating in the #TheWorldRemade activity at BlogAdda in association with India Today #Conclave15 “. I understand the fact that a Utopian world is a myth, yet if given a chance to be the creator, paint the beliefs and behavior in a new way and design a new world, I would make sure that the following persists in a new world where I can take pride and happiness in saying that “Here’s The World Remade!” No polarized sex: How does it even matter if a person is a male or a female? What change it will bring if I tick on the box for female in the admission form? If the upbringing of a guy teaches him that a girl is different from a guy, the seed of curiosity is being sowed in his mind. This reaps an inquisitiveness of devouring her body as puberty struck him. This curiosity is in the girl’s mind too. They will be taught that both are equal and every school and college will be a co-education institution regardless of gender. Girls and guys will be blessed with equal stre

Past is on And still haunts It is dark It is cold It is scary My dead soul is what I carry. All are dead Few awake I run I fall I crawl Trying to forget all. People are cruel For them I fail They push They stab They kill No more there is anything I feel.