My password

I am sure many have this problem of forgetting password. There are so many sites with instructions not to repeat password that I have to coin a unique one . Unfortunately, I forget all the passwords or get jumbled up.

Resulting in losing my access to my own account . I have many times written it in diaries and journals. But, then I lose that too.

Hence I use Mobile phone number to get a code. Now I have mainly limited myself to a single SIM card.

I recall a story in which the thieves had forgotten what the magical words were to escape the cave and lost their lives. Thank God it’s not that crucial.🤓

Bitter or Better?

Many people, incidents and steps are in life, we call them experiences. It is actually experiences of emotional upheavals. Negative and positive blends our character. Some times we emerge as bitter and at times as better.

Those who get better will not create problems for others, they have felt the pain and don’t want others to go through the same. Those who are now bitter , will turn their claws towards others, scratch them or kill them with words.

How do you cope up with bitterness? Ignore or revolt? Both, I think are logical. When we ignore, it is for escape and when we revolt it to end the sarcasm and bitterness.

Bitter people back bite, complain continuously, self pity and turn all others as demons :). Beware of bitter people, they will poison your mind and leave you hollow.

Try and turn them into better people with understanding and love, slowly and steadily first take out all their bitterness that has turned them into stone heart. Now fill them up with empathy and kindness.

Choice is yours’s get bitter better or let bitter crowd turn all better souls to bitterness.

There are limits

The boundaries contain and define . Shapes, forms, organizations, relationships and so on. Without limits, we will get ill-shaped, obese and astray. Since, without limits we can not perceive, so should not lose our limits.

I calculate and find how much and that is a measure , a limit. We get paid and evaluated on limits. It is determined on logic and vision. Sky is the limit but then space became our new limit. Perhaps there is more than that, it expands but remains contained.

In friendship too, there are limits and boundaries for the real and virtual because that keeps us at good levels.

Remember September

Leaves are green, breeze is cool and serene

Parrots fly from tree to tree

Light drizzle falls rhythmically

Sky is still cloudy and calm

No lightning to alarm like screams

I remember my friend Tazeen

I miss her smile, soft voice and purity

I never thought she will die so soon

Leave me alone to mourn

Masked faces

Started the year with no clue.

The fever called Covid-19 was not new

It was surfing before last year end

Now we got masked faces in the streets

Robbers are getting away and so are thieves.

You can not catch who you can not see

Nor touch , for social distancing is a must 🙂

Who will we turn to, who can we trust?

No one can find a vaccine or medicine

We are left to die and turn to dust!

How it started?

Life was good for a little girl who had so many stories in her head. Whenever she laid her head on the pillow, all the imaginative characters would come alive. Her story about her role would begin, till she drifted in dreams.

Years passed and finally she completed her storyline, it had characters stolen from her favorite movie and the lead female character will always be strong and funny. The reason humor is important in life, is to be able to smile in darkness.

When we feel empty in our heart and lost in our souls, we must not let depression penetrate and drench our goals. Here is the need to bring the lighter side of life. Not every situation has a hope, in death there is no hope. There is just a long painful trauma, it doesn’t go away because the deceased person is not returning.

After many years , the little girl has grown old and all those who were her elders have gone. She has nobody who she can relate to or confide. Her stories are now just memories from past, who did what and when. The series of thoughts stops with each death, everyone left forever except afew.

Missed the story teller who would come up with a happy ending to all fairy tales, life has no fairies just realities and that can not be changed.

Still eyes close and goes off to sleep, but with reality.

Left silently with a smile

Lonely heart departs in fear

No last glances, no smiles nor a tear

Shattered life with a blow unseen

lonely heart is waiting in dream

Hearts are broken when held too tight

I will never put on light for dark nights

Did not destroy nor left me alive

How it pierced like a knife

I am in between a kiss and a dip

Will I get your hands

or will I slip

Lonely heart cries with trembling lips

tries to smile but fails instead

How can you identify someone who is blessed by God

That person will be simple and straight forward. Always give more than you have earned. Will accept mistakes and ask forgiveness. Never get angry on personal matters but will not like immoral behaviour. This person will be a source of happiness, will make life easy for others. Will be helpful and down to earth. If you ever meet someone with these qualities, you can make out that person is blessed.

A time to sing

What song can be sung now? It’s a very scary phase of life. Pandemic is virtually spreading across. No one knows what will stop it or eliminate it from this world. The people have forgotten their routine and chores. Students are not really studying anymore. Professional are online and tensed in career. Everyone has lost some one or something a little less or more .

I am thinking what to sing? A piper song that will lead all viruses to unknown destinations in space with a tag, Don’t come anymore 🤓

My cherished memories

All of us love their mother and I am no exception. There are many memories with my mumma, I used to tickle her on neck and she would laugh. I would kiss her cheeks and look lovingly in her eyes and she would smile. To ask her for favors, I would repeated call her, mumma, mumma…. and she will ask ,what do you have in mind? I would then ask for anything and she will decide on it’s merits.

I was her prized possession, a daughter who could be dressed up pretty, a little one who adored her and wanted to be associated with her. A child who almost never said ,”no”.

Always trying to please. It was a loving relationship, that was based on respect and trust. My mother understood her role in my life, from child steps to education and finally marriage. She handled me with care,as if I was fragile. She made me tough and bold, she made me confident and solid . All that she had in her, she taught me too.

My mother gave me financial, emotional and social support till she died. Now that I don’t have her daily prayers in my life, I feel so sad. I was asked by my mumma, “Please pray for me, my child your prayers are normally accepted,” I am praying for you, mumma just as you asked me to, with tears and genuine feelings.

Please God, keep my mumma happy and give her a very comfortable and lively place in heaven. She was my heaven and you took her, so I have a heart that cries profusely, but still I pray with the hope that in exchange for my grief, God will give my mumma all that is better than the best. Aameen.

My mother is in Blue Saree standing next to me. I received Gold Medal in Architecture and my Eldest brother is standing behind me, he too got a Gold Medal in Architecture.