Shilalekh

What Life Teaches Me Everyday

Category: Emotions (Page 2 of 2)

How I Rejuvenate Myself on Weekends

Weekend is one time that everyone looks forward to. If you are a working professional, you look forward to relaxing and unwinding. If you are a student, you want some uninterrupted time at your favourite game/book/hobby. If you are a retired person, you enjoy having your family around you. The one thing that should be on everyone’s mind is getting refreshed enough to be ready for the next week. Here are ways in which I do that.

Lazing Around in the Morning Sun

Yes, I actually get up almost at the same time (5 am) as I do on the weekend. The difference is that I sit in the balcony with a warm cup of drink and do nothing. I hear the birds chirping, see the flowers of my garden opening up and all worries seem to vanish in thin air. It’s fun observing people out for their walks, especially if you happen to catch some phrases of their animated conversation.

Playing with the Kids on Sunday Evening

Why do I point out Sunday evening? Because that’s the time the next week starts making its comeback and you actually don’t want to spoil your weekend. I play with my kids; rather join them in their game. I do what they want me to and often end up doing silly things that let me become a child again – devoid of all worldly problems.

Reading a Book or Two

I make it a point to read some book or short story. If I don’t have anything new, I make do with the old ones. Classics like Prodigal Daughter and Prizes are books I have read uncountable times. My husband can’t understand if I am up till late to “finish” them as I have already finished them so many times!!!

I can’t say that I am able to do all these on all my weekends, but try to squeeze in as much as possible. This reminds me that this Sunday evening is to be spent in preparing my daughter for her assessment next week!! But then may be next Sunday whole day could be a long-drawn game with whole family playing their parts. More on that in some other post!!

 

 

 

THE WOMAN

Once,
So long ago,
She played with her dolls,
with her mama,
with her papa.
Oblivious to the outside world –
no pains,
no sorrows,
her world was joy,
her life a happiness.

But soon,
She became a girl –
her thoughts her playmates,
her feelings her companions.
Protected from the external world,
no worries,
no problems.
The tears soon forgotten,
The laughter on the lips eternal.

And before she knew,
She was a young lady –
so many friends,
so many companions.
But cocooned in her own self,
in a world of her own.
With her own joys,
her own sorrows.
Feeling the pains,
Getting the reality of the world.

And then she met someone.
Someone –
who made her a woman.
A woman with tender feelings,
deep emotions.
Someone –
who shared her joys,
and her sorrows,
understood her,
loved her,
was her own.
Someone in whom,
she found,
what she couldn’t find
in her dolls,
in her mama, her papa
from her playmates
or her companions
and not even her friends.

Now,
she is not just a girl, a lady, a woman,
she is a complete human being.

25/10/1999

THE RAILWAY CARRIAGE

Today I kept remembering,

the first time I saw you.

Those dancing eyes,

the half-smile on your lips,

and the urgency of your voice.

Nor once did you cast

your eyes upon me;

me, who was sitting in front of you,

looking at you,

and just you.

A book in my hands,

half-reclining on the berth,

pretending to read,

forcing back the tears.

Yes, I was crying,

for, I was going away from my home,

leaving back the safe cocoon,

venturing into an unknown, unfriendly world.

And yet, your sight brought a joy to the heart.

I forgot the tears,

and a happiness lit up my world.

Oh! How I wanted those moments to be eternal.

But alas! That was not to be so.

The time took its course,

and so did you.

I couldn’t stop the time,

I couldn’t hold you.

You went away,

leaving back your memories.

The memories I hold dear to me,

close to my heart.

The memories that keep reminding me of the time

when I first saw you.

02/02/2000

Page 2 of 2

Powered by WordPress & Theme by Anders Norén