Things my Mom never told me about Love.

                                        So,Yes! It is one of those posts related to Love.I know I am not Nicholas Sparks.But I know a thing or two about love.I always have these discussions with my mother and her definition of love is something different.It's about after effects."Find a mature guy"she says."Amma,mature guys aren't fun",I argued. "All guys are fun" ,she came up with this I don't know how. And don't get my Amma (mother) wrong, she married for love.She found love when she was 18.And thus got married! And after 25 years of ups and downs,they are still going strong.Moving on,I am still single and here I am writing about it.And yes my life is sad! Not really proud of it. *Smug face*
                                       Everybody has this different perception on love.People with broken hearts,old married couples,teen-lovers and singles.Different perceptions of love and different types of love.When you talk or debate about it with somebody there is no end to it.But these perceptions can be generalised somewhere,Like categorised between good looking people and the average looking ones,rich and well...middle class!etc. But seldom you find a thought so pure that it makes your heart sob.
                                     I once had this project whose description is not important.I went to Kamathipura (Mumbai's biggest red light area) *yes I am cool* and interviewed a transgender .When I got her comfortable into having a proper conversation.I asked her about the hardships she faced into her day to day life.She listed down a couple of regular things that we already knew.People being completely inhuman to them! Which were heart-wrenching to hear. But then I asked her about her love life. She blushed and ironically her name was Rose I was amused at her expression. Rose,then narrated her story to me,How she fell in love with a customer and how he accepted her as a partner.The way she described her love towards the man,how he spoke,what he laughed at,what he loved about her and how they spent their time.I was put to shame being a girl.But some months later she found out that he was already married and had a kid with his wife.She was broken.Still he talked her into being her lover,and she agreed to it. I was confused."Why?" I asked her."Love is never selfish,you never ever forget your first love no matter how much you deny it.It happens only once,whatever happens later are just adjustments and replacements.Even though I knew he lied to me,but his love for me was never a lie.Once you give some one your heart,You accept that person with all the flaws.It is just that way it is.",She smiled."Always remember this". "I will" I smiled back. I sensed her genuineness.
 I really had a lot of thoughts in my mind that day! But at the end of the day I made peace with the fact that,
It is the way it is. :)
                                

Just Like Shobha!

                                                Strolling around have always been one of my favorite things to do when I have some me time! And there’s a park near my locality where I go for a walk during the evenings to watch the sunset. One fine evening I was just sitting in my spot wired up in my thoughts, Staring at the orange sky. This man just came and sat on the bench! His face was wrinkled, He was around 65 years old with silver hair and mustache, but had this flushed face of a much younger man! He said, “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I agreed and shook my head in agreement!

                               “So what do you do beta?”,He asked. “I am a student studying Journalism” I answered.  “Oh that is impressive”, he smiled back.  I remembered my grandpa’s face when I had told him that I wanted to be a Journalist. He had the similar expression. “My Laxmi also writes well..But she doesn’t appreciate her own talent. I have read her stories! I really liked them!” He laughed with a tad bit of innocence. “So what does she do?’ ,I queried. “She teaches, she is an excellent teacher .She just joined this international school in Thane.” I was confused because I didn’t know who he was talking about his daughter or someone else. “Uncle, Laxmi is your? “ He figured the conundrum from my facial expression. “Oh she is my grand- daughter!  “Oh I thought…” He didn’t let me complete. His face dropped. His smile faded away. Maybe I had struck a wrong chord. But I didn’t know how to react. We just sat there in complete silence.”He turned and spoke “Laxmi is my grand-daughter I raised her after my daughter and son-in-law died during the floods in Bombay..She was a toddler when we got this news..She waited near the window of their Colaba apartment for her parents to return from office but they didn’t. When we reached there she jumped into my arms and asked me where she was? We had no answers..You know what is the worst possible thing for a parent? To see their kids pass away. I have seen Shobha , my daughter, weep ,laugh, sleep, I have seen every phase of her life  but my fate made me see her on that burning pyre. 

                                      He continued speaking with his eyes welling up.” Since then Laxmi is with us. Now when she drapes her Saree along just like her mother, applies Kajal in her big potato eyes.. Takes my blessing before starting her day .I see my daughter in her. She is just like Shobha .I have been paying for her education from my pension and to appreciate that she bought me a Shirt and a silk saree for her ammayi from her first salary.” She said, I love you tataya..Whatever you have done for me is irreplaceable “. He wiped his eyes and smiled at me. He felt relieved and light. Maybe He didn’t speak about this to anybody. Maybe he didn’t have anybody to speak to about it. He was so proud of her Laxmi, that he told his story to a complete stranger. He said, “I am sorry to bother you..I..just..” .“Its okay uncle! I like stories especially from elderly people” He laughed at my remark. “I should get going, you too should leave its getting dark” See you later. Take care beta! Reach home safely. He kept his hand on my head and walked away! I came back home reminiscing my memories with my grandpa!

And wrote this :)

A Fresh Beginning

There are lot of things in the world which are left unsaid,unspoken and unheard.
Here is my way of sharing it with the world those stories which may or may not be heroic but will definitely be simple and worth reading.
I am a student of Journalism.And more then reading or preferring to listening to music during travelling I observe people and listen to their talks.They might be not world changing conversations but are interesting though.
Working women,college going chicks,frustrated men,content families or even pedlars for that matter.
Everyone has a story to tell.
Ain't nobody got time for such people!
I do.I wanna listen to them!
I am promising myself that I am gonna write every Sunday of the week.
Let's see how it works out.
This is my space and every reader out there is welcomed and thanked if you have read my penned thoughts.
Fingers crossed.