love, laughter, pain, joy, life and its lessons, one word at a time


March 2016


That bent old man sitting on the park bench. That silver haired beauty with a sad smile on her face. The forlorn eyes that watch you going to work everyday from the balcony next door. Each one with their stories, some happy, often very sad.


You think I can’t tell its me you’re talking about?
What have I done today? Spilt some milk? Talked too loud?
I try to tame them, beseech them,try to muffle them, while I’m walking or prone.
But these days my hands, just like my children, have a mind of their own.

You think I can’t tell that you’ve heard what I’ve just said?
Can’t I just sit with you for a few minutes before you push me to bed?
I know I tell the same stories at times. I can tell because you’re forever reaching for the door.
It’s all your mothers fault you see. Her eyes were always filled with wonder, it never seemed she was bored.

Do you think you could just slow down a little bit for me?
Somehow it never upset me waiting around for hours while you crawled around as a baby.
At times I stay up all night listening to my body creak and groan.
But I hate the silence even more, because that’s when I realise I’m truly alone.

This world is spinning too fast, I don’t think I can keep up with you.
Or then I am slowing you down, maybe that’s why your smiles around me are so few.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame you, in this expensive world nothing comes for free.
Keep your money , keep your time, just let me keep my dignity.


International Women’s day was a few days ago. Even though I always harbour mixed feelings about this day, it definitely reminded me about some very special women in my life who are my pillars. Even strong pillars can lean and might need some help. This goes out to my special women and to each and every woman out there. You’re perfect and an inspiration.



I’ve held on to your hand for as long as I can remember.
Lovingly guiding me over life’s pebbles and embers.
But now it’s time for me to sit you down.
Listen to these words I say. You will never drown.

Every time an opportunity is lost, remember there will be another. Breathe.
Every time you are overwhelmed, remember there is the day after. Breathe.
Every time an unkind word is spoken, turn and walk away. Breathe.
Every time you yearn for lost pieces of your soul, remember forever in your heart they will stay. Breathe.

Every time you question your worth, remember who you are.
A daughter, a wife, a sister, a mother, need I say more?
That spirit blazing inside you is like an infinite beacon of light.
It can love, it can cherish and show the way, but it will never die without a fight.

Life will still inundate you with the questions of where, what next, where do you stand?
Each time it does, shut your eyes and reach out, that’s me holding your hand.

The Great Indian Spectacle!


One fine day a stroll down the street took me to a crowd.
Curiosity tiptoed in like a nimble footed thief, I found myself inching forward, wondering what it was all about.

Many more like me were struck with the same affliction and stood watching, transfixed.
The crowd was swelling, the air tense, desperate for some information, that was everyone’s collective fix.

“So sad” said an old empathetic gentleman, chatting with people next to him, seemingly in possession of some information.
“What has happened uncle?” I asked. He replied gruffly, “How should I know? Do I look like an enquiry counter at the station?!”

As time passed I got anxious, what if someone had gotten hurt?
But I was jostled around in my quest and elbowed as if I was in the midst of a concert.

The cyclist bumped into the hawker, the vendor into a suit.
This spectacle was the great leveller,all waiting for a peek, the slippers as well as the boots.

Soon, peanu,t popcorn, juice and tea vendors joined the stadium of spectators.
Business started to flourish, but still looming large was the mystery of the unknown, unseen caper

Then as soon as it had started, the show came to an end.
The crowd dispersed, the mystery remained and I realised this show would not extend.

I scratched my head and wondered what I had just seen.
It was like going to a party, uninvited, not knowing why I had even been.

These Bollywood folks just try too hard and think they possess the ultimate entertaining power.
They should come down to the streets and see how even doing nothing can mesmerise people for hours!

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