Diary of a Lost Wanderer

If wishes were horses; I wish life had a F5 button to refresh when things just seem to be stuck without any movement!!!

Chotu stuck out his tongue in amazement as he saw the trays of delicious mouthwatering food bring brought in. He smiled as he heard the laughter around him. Everybody seemed to be having so much fun. He could hear the clinking of glasses mixed with the incessant chatter around. This seemed like a happy place to be in. The burger looked so delicious with a cherry on the top. And the noodles, they seemed like satin ribbons ready to melt in your mouth. The large strawberry sundae laden with chocolates and nuts reminded him of his sister Pinky. Her favourite colour was pink. ‘ She would have surely loved this…and Ma would have enjoyed here like anything .’ he thought ‘ ….will get them here someday . They would be so happy .’ His grumbling stomach brought him back to reality. He had not earned a single rupee till now today and if he did not earn anything the entire day they would have nothing to eat tonight.  He put his empty thoughts to rest and ran towards the entran...

' Ask and you shall Recieve ' goes a saying. Last week I had prayed to God for some reasons to feel good and celebrate as there seems to be so much of a stagnancy in my life. . Aha! Some of those wishes when He was surely listening to Me. He said AMEN and Lo!! It seems to be raining awards for Me, giving me so many reasons every day to smile, feel good, bask in the love & attention showered and write sweet reflective posts here; Source: Google Images

Last when I wrote a feel-good post I was badly looking for reasons to write one such post again to continue the trend. It was not long before I got the chance.

 

If wishes were horses; I would wish LIFE came with a remote control . I could rewind and r eplay the moments I loved , fast f orward the ones I ha ted and pause whenever I am tired or everything arou nd Me.

Ramaiyya lit the lantern and looked around the house. The emptiness of the house seemed to haunt him every moment as he thought about her. He missed her presence each day after he returned from a daylong work at the fields. The way she waited for him at the door, made all this favourite dishes for dinner, heard him as he shared the day’s happenings with her, pressed his head in case it ached, held him tightly as she slept – he missed everything. Many times he would almost decide to bring her back from her parents’ house but would stop himself.  He loved her a lot but could not forgive her for it. No...He could not forget what she had done. How could she….he thought. Everything was going well in their lives except for the fact that she was not able to conceive since a long a time. They tried all possible ways to find a solution but to no avail. As the sarcasm of people around them increased one day in a fit of rage she blamed him for it. How dare she….He cannot have a pro...

7 months already gone in this year and the 8 th month running…. Phew!! This year has been like some running race where I am simply clueless how fast the times seem to have flown away. It seems just yesterday that we were talking about New Year resolutions and here I am feeling sad about the progress so far. Sharing with you guys some of the things I am feeling right now:

Re-posting one of my old posts on the occassion of Friendship Day ~ Dedicated to all friends!

Every day was a challenge for Santo as she struggled to make two ends meet. Collecting garbage from people’s homes, sorting useless things out from the useful items was a daunting task. It meant hours of scanning each and every garbage bag she received. Moreover her fragile 74 year old body refused to accommodate beyond a point.  She would have to strain her eyes till they started watering just to ensure she did not miss out anything valuable in the garbage. The pastiwala paid her peanuts compared to the efforts she put in. She would argue endlessly with him to get an extra 5 rupees. But today she would not do that. She smiled as she walked towards her hut. There was a sense of achievement in her eyes. ' No garbage collection...' today she thought as she ran her hand over her blouse and silently thanked the Almighty.  Neatly tucked inside was a ten rupee note she had found near the garbage can today morning. Today was her lucky day ..... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

On the eve of Rakshabandhan I cannot help but miss my dearest brother as he is away from all of us in a different country trying to carve a niche for himself. This post is specially dedicated to him, just to let him know what he means to me. I know most of the times it is all understood, but sometimes it just needs to be told and expressed.