Commuting stories :)

Commuting stories 🙂.She came to me in a moving train..

“buy some please…..” all drenched in rain.

She had few lemons with ginger and corn…

all wrapped neatly in poly-bag form.

I noticed she had beautiful eyes..

dried off tears from last night.

She had few bangles around her wrist…

My glasses had already collected mist.

“buy some” she said once again..

“but my fridge is already stocked with same”

“I have headbands,clips and more…”

she called her sister moving to and fro.

They came with boxes in their hands…

everything was beautiful including the bands.

Green and yellow, butterflies and bees…

the clips had lovely patterns for me.

Her sister carried  a baby;

fat cheeks ,running nose and bit of lazy.

He was covered uniformly with mud..

his mother laid her eyes on me ..but..!

I bought headbands and ginger handful..

and did not forget to tell the girls “you are beautiful”!

They smiled at me with gleaming eyes,

two got shy with cheeks red dyed.

“do you know to read ?”I asked them straight;

the smile turned small for two maids.

“where is the money,where is the time..?

the things that we sell,hardly keep us alive”

“but I know my name..to spell and write,”

One of them said with a victorious smile and pride.

I smiled at her and took out my diary..

the one in which i have collected names while on ferry.

She wrote her name in broken words..

I promised her “I’ll teach you to learn”

she laughed at me “where is the time?”

I smiled and thought; “anytime down the line.”

She said “no” and walked away..

my hopes died…they had no way.

Next day morning, I boarded the train..

She tapped my back..”you are late…!”

Commuting stories :)

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She came to me in a moving train..

“buy some please…..” all drenched in rain.

She had few lemons with ginger and corn…

all wrapped neatly in poly-bag form.

 

I noticed she had beautiful eyes..

dried off tears from last night.

She had few bangles around her wrist…

My glasses had already collected mist.

 

“buy some” she said once again..

“but my fridge is already stocked with same”

“I have headbands,clips and more…”

she called her sister moving to and fro.

 

They came with boxes in their hands…

everything was beautiful including the bands.

Green and yellow, butterflies and bees…

the clips had lovely patterns for me.

 

Her sister carried  a baby;

fat cheeks ,running nose and bit of lazy.

He was covered uniformly with mud..

his mother laid her eyes on me ..but..!

 

I bought headbands and ginger handful..

and did not forget to…

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Commuting stories :)

She came to me in a moving train..

“buy some please…..” all drenched in rain.

She had few lemons with ginger and corn…

all wrapped neatly in poly-bag form.

 

I noticed she had beautiful eyes..

dried off tears from last night.

She had few bangles around her wrist…

My glasses had already collected mist.

 

“buy some” she said once again..

“but my fridge is already stocked with same”

“I have headbands,clips and more…”

she called her sister moving to and fro.

 

They came with boxes in their hands…

everything was beautiful including the bands.

Green and yellow, butterflies and bees…

the clips had lovely patterns for me.

 

Her sister carried  a baby;

fat cheeks ,running nose and bit of lazy.

He was covered uniformly with mud..

his mother laid her eyes on me ..but..!

 

I bought headbands and ginger handful..

and did not forget to tell the girls “you are beautiful”!

They smiled at me with gleaming eyes,

two got shy with cheeks red dyed.

 

“do you know to read ?”I asked them straight;

the smile turned small for two maids.

“where is the money,where is the time..?

the things that we sell,hardly keep us alive”

 

“but I know my name..to spell and write,”

One of them said with a victorious smile and pride.

I smiled at her and took out my diary..

the one in which i have collected names while on ferry.

 

She wrote her name in broken words..

I promised her “I’ll teach you to learn”

she laughed at me “where is the time?”

I smiled and thought; “anytime down the line.”

 

She said “no” and walked away..

my hopes died…they had no way.

Next day morning, I boarded the train..

She tapped my back..”you are late…!”

train

Being your expression garage…

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The glass that is half empty is the same that’s half filled (your words, right?)…let’s put it this way- it’s our perspective of how can we be empathizing ourselves on the beacon of hope.

We are not together anymore, and I intend to not see you or hear you or not be your hindrance…my divergence from you must contribute every bit of it being your benefit. The glass that is half filled on your phrase is the same that is half empty on mine. And try as I may, I cannot take charge to fill the whole of it as distinctively you are packed and I am a vacuum.

As it is said “it’s better to burn out than to fade away”… I prefer the former. And when it’s about you, I wouldn’t just burn, I would blaze but I couldn’t fade. Though I keep stating to you that I want to get lost in the crowd so much that you won’t have the faintest idea of my existence, but somewhere may be even I want you to keep myself non-rotten from your memories. I want you to keep every moment that we have spent together, preserved and perpetuated, not burning because of whatever you think you are guilty of, but blister to brace your own happiness…

Somehow I have been proud of the fact that you have given me this honor of being the keeper of your secrets, it’s not just the lighter laughs but the most sheltered of your secrets. You would dump into me, every dilemma that you go through at times, any frustration that you face, any wrong that bothers you, any mess that you are muddled in, anything that you wouldn’t share with anyone, but me. The despair I have out of all this is that I could be nothing more than a secret myself, in your life. But I am elated to be your garage- of expressions that you ponder, your garage of secrets, therapies, rejouvená and relief. I do not know how much of this is actually true. But let me blaze in my own perception that I loved to be your expression garage.

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pursuit of self !

Its been three years…the struggle never ends. My confidence ..my hard work.. my composure all seems to be lost somewhere. Reading and re-reading success stories of people dint help.. uniting with family dint help.. in fact it turned things more bitter.. always and everyday..one small question i asked … to myself … to Shiva… “why me? ” 

life was fun for me. I was career oriented little girl enjoying every moment on Earth…and suddenly there was a bang… a big bang… bolt from blue.. Its been three years since then .SPM_A1493

my mom told me once… life is circle of good and bad…happiness and sorrows… I never understood then..today I do. sometimes bad things happen in your life to view things differently…out of the league. To see the flip side of coin… i cried every single day.. till the time I  got used to it.. sometimes u have to learn to survive with the pain which is rooted beneath that heart. emotional pains cannot be treated with a prescription… all you need to do is… make peace..make peace deep within yourself.. it wont happen immediately… its such a gradual process….you’ll break 50 times before directing yourself once…but it will happen eventually… the break free thing.. it will happen!

life never stops… it had never stopped … just remember “phir subah hogi” (there would be morning again)

maya@expression garage