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173. Times change, chimes tamed…

With restless chimes, a spineless ruffian,

Fell for a beauty as usual,

Tried to attract, tried to woo,

A sudden whip of humiliation,

Her slap, slashed his ego.

Acted as thunderbolts on his pride, so precious,

Fled his all-time lustful hues,

Missed the taste of self respect in himself.

What caught his eyes,..

Apart from her beauty ??

A character, stirred with strength and honesty..

A mind, stuffed with amazing purity.

After years of flirting..

Roaming all around, uselessly,

First time in life..

His lustful chimes, tamed,.

His unruly time, changed.

He found faith in Love,

Found his Love, even in her astounding rage,

Love changed him, his nomadic ways..

Took up a pen, inked in magical verses.

A love drenched he, graced in her thoughts,

Her dreams, he seriously took,

Beautified them with bountiful emotions,

Mentioned her name, in his first published book.

Depicted there, how his heart, in the beauty of her purity, it shook.

The spineless lad, stayed the same no more, finally upright he stood,

Yes, today, towards life, his Love changed his Look.

…………………………………….✍🏼💕

Love indeed has the power to change, World. 😍😇


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52. Cash In Kind…

They got posted in a city new, got accustomed with the city and its people in days, a few..

Met Chanda, in her twelfth spring, who accompanied her mom, with li’l Puja, her younger sister then, who was in her spring tenth.

They grew up helping their mom, who were our part-time house-help,

Their dad being sick, the three toiled hard, the whole day long and earnt a little.

Scrubbed and sparkled eight households under the sun, against a fistful of fortune and a money lump sum.,

Empathised by their life’s deal, someone offered them to come to her and learn some letters to write and read,.

They rushed to her, racing with the numbers and alphabets in their heads, with books in  their hands, though themselves half-dead..,

While their mom earned their living yet, saved from those earnings,. banking enough to satisfy the grooms and their parents and thus got off them married,

Alas..!! Destiny always keeps in store something to dig, for the ones who dare to dream big…

The married life of Chanda, the elder one, had other plans for her, not the typical fairytale endings… not the “henceshelivedhappilyeverafter,.” kinds…

Had to come out again, off the cosy corners of her home, with a kid now along, just like what happened with her mom,.

But now, unlike her mom, she did put her feet down, not to work as a house help, but to try out something better, something different..

From which they themselves were deprived, from which she learnt to provide her child, help him grow up with a few numbers and some letters.

Admitted her kid in a nearby school, removed the dust from the old copies and her books, ignoring all of them who ridiculed, now comes to her mentor, to study, by hook or by crook..

In todays date, her one and only aim, is not to provide the things which money can buy., but to sit with her kid at home and teach him on her own, sparing a few of her hours for her kid, after her hard day’s toil…

To provide her kid a better upbringing, a better circle of friends, a better lifestyle, she wants to educate herself for her kid’s life to improve.

Irony, that the kids from the privileged families, are literally pushed to go to study for a couple of hours, in exchange of a few bucks for their tuitions.,

Whereas, the satisfaction, one gets while teaching Chanda, watching her learn with utmost eagerness and devotion.., serves her more pleasure, than what money could have ever done.

………………………………………✍️💕

( Education cannot be given forcefully, using power or money, but from self- realisation, self-respect and the eagerness to go ahead with a zest to know more.. ) 


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33. Deceived by Destiny…. 

She loved a Love once, unrequited was it., so it went off all void and null…

This was when she was a sweet sixteen doll.., to pursue her studies, she had to leave her town small.. went to a big one for her dreams on call.. and remember, this is certainly not a fairy tale at all…

She was the most lively girl anyone knew, she was as beautiful as a Barbie doll in view, the new city greeted this cute little dew, with all sorts of beaming hopes and failures a few…

Life to her here, was pretty new.. all around seemed smart, cute, dude.., her bubbly nature started to win hearts all over soon, while she kept on counting her fun-filled years along with her studies too.. And this was when she got to meet Mr. Smart, a cool dude…

Both of them grew closer fast, but faster did their ways part, after a sudden change in her guy’s heart, she was left all alone clueless by the heartless Mr. Smart.

She was devastated, she felt betrayed, she went upset as she felt befooled.. she just wanted to know it soon, what made him leave her all alone..??

While she was collecting the pieces of this puzzle, to trace what went wrong and where.. just then her friends informed, that he was about to take marriage vows with his childhood bae.

This shook her heart terribly, her tears bled so bad.. she lost her trust from the four lettered word, her strength now made her stand with a vindictive wand in her hand….

Now she became her only favourite, she was to compromise with none from now, she promised herself to get into a knot with anyone, but get herself knotted before ‘him’ anyhow…..

Within months, she met someone new, who was not at all her choice., but being under a spell of revenge and to punish her ownself, she convinced her family, and got married in a complete haste.

She didn’t think of, nor had any idea, what she was doing with her life and why..??.. This much thought only she needed to silently voice, that his betrayal didn’t matter, rather it was her time too to rejoice…

Days, weeks, months passed, years along with her tears rolled on.., she went mum, to none she could tell, when she actually wanted to yell., that sweet bubbly Barbie, struggled hard to keep her marriage going, covering up with her laughter, all her cries…

After all the baseless beatings in the late night hours and the severely torturous years, she took the courage to think otherwise, as now she was no more tortured alone.. nine long lame years lay on her lap with a traumatized cute little doll, aged seven.

She even wanted to end her life., but alas..!!! .. with aged ailing parents back home, who’s going to take care of her baby when she’s gone..??

Her doll stopped her nerves from weakening., her innocence served back her lost strength.. she gifted her Mom a new life yet again, with all giggles and so many childish queries to answer within a blink…

She just caught hold of her doll so tight, and both stepped out of their hell forever,. eight more long years were in store for them to struggle which passed within a blink of an eye.. she kissed her doll’s eyes so soft, as those were her only support, she could fight so bold…

Now a transformed Mom, totally a person anew, fought alone for her rights and her baby’s… Earned her own living, took care of her aged parents, the mom and doll started studying more together, for their upcoming future highs…

She kept her sight clear all the while, her eyes were always focussed on her doll… As the baby Barbie met her sweet sixteenth year, her momma gets to meet her long lost love…

As if, the Lord up there couldn’t bear to see her alone, ‘His Barbie’ fighting out her life’s weeds on her own.. her first love was like a god-sent to her, that she got back her long lost love, whom she had to leave long back…

To the one, whom, her feelings she couldn’t express, was standing all of a sudden in front of her.. both of them survived their own share of odds, and destiny eventually brought them together…

This sounds like a fairy tale.. No..?? Yes, yes, I know, I myself was quite mistaken., But No.. it’s not at all a fairy’s tale, it’s very much a real life incident.

They met, but they didn’t have to speak out anything., it was so much evident and properly placed, that they understood, they were made for each other straight from heaven…

Though destiny played a fowl game once, they parted and were drifted apart., their real feelings made destiny bow before them and they were thus binded all over again… 

Presently she has reached her heights, and heading a reputed company.. mostly found bossing and tossing with her dreams, hats off to you, O Woman of substance,.. Yes, you made it girl, as you very much deserve it..!!!

Love, many a times was snatched from her, she chased it never for sure.. so badly hurt, so hardly bruised, she believes in it no more.. she found her Love, but when..?? ..when she lost all her trust from the ‘term’ with letters four…

Repeated encounters with deception, has turned her into a rock solid wall.., like a pillar she stands strong and tall.. now emotions are meant nothing to her but something meant for the fools world…

Though I know, she still laughs out loud, still chit-chats around, she’s still that bubbly girl from within.., she’s still a fun-loving girl, loves and feels for her own people.. she is always in praise for the deserving ones, ever-ready to help people out of her ways…

She defends and hides all her emotions, tries hard not to bring them out to the world., stops her seldom visible tears, trying hard that they don’t get exposed.

Keep it up buddy, as you were wise, you made your destiny meet its demise… numerous ways it tried to knock you down.. God was, is and will be always beside you watching ‘His Barbie’ rise… 

…………………………………….✍️

( … the excerpts from the hardships of a close friend’s life, whose life taught me a lot, how to handle life standing tall and strong whatever may come…)

Don’t be always so judgemental world.. all of us are silently fighting our own share of odds.. 

Love, Live and Let live..  💕😇


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Reblogged – The Mean Girls’ …

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                                            THE ‘MEAN GIRLS’

 

 

‘’M….o…n…u…’’                                                      

‘’Yes Thamma (this is how Bengali’s call their grandmother) ….”

“Come here….fast….’’

“Coming…… thamma…..”

(‘Monu’, as I was called by all the elders in our joint family of 13 members. Our family consisted of Dadu, Thamma, baba, maa, two of my uncles n aunts, four of my cousin sisters. I was the eldest of the lot. )

I rushed to thamma and found her waiting for me with a very serious face. My mother and two of my aunts are staring still at me… as if I have done something seriously wrong. I stood there totally clueless. Asked them the reason for their agony n those dangerous glares. Mostly I was held responsible for all the messy pranks which my young sisters dumped on me and fled. Finally I was left under the receiving end of all the scolding part, handful of slaps…

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Reblogged – True Love binds…

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Durga puja over… Today is the last day… Dashami morning…
Maya took off her specs, kept it aside and sipped her cup of tea which Reema served along with some biscuits. Reema is her elder daughter-in-law, wife of her elder son Satya. Both of them were married two years ago, now staying abroad. Maya’s younger son Som also got married to Nishi 6 months back and both of them are working abroad. None of her sons have any plans to come back to India, rather they are all trying to settle there only.
Maya, at the age of 67, stays alone in her 1 bedroom apartment in Kolkata. After her husband Anant left her alone, she decided to stay on her own, though her sons wanted her to stay with them turn by turn. But Maya was completely adamant about her stay in her own country, in her own home…

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Reblogged – A ‘LIFE’less living…

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In the middle of the flight, Kiara woke up to go to the washroom. When she returned, she was too lazy to push her way into the middle seat, and with Rishaan readily offering to shift seats, the sitting arrangement changed. With 20 minutes still remaining for the flight to land, a sleep starved Kiara took another power nap, this time holding Rishaan’s right hand more firmly. Rishaan’s other hand, though nervously moved to touch Diya’s. Her heart skipped a beat. Diya pulled her hand away. But a defiant Rishaan held her wrist again, this time firmly and more reassuringly. The changing behavioral dynamics between the three perhaps gave out a foreboding of what was to come in Goa. When the flight landed at the Dabolin airport, Rishaan felt uncanny… his excitement seemed replaced by an unknown fear that he found very difficult to decipher.
Rishaan rang the doorbell. Fathima…

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