On Valentine's

He sits there fidgeting with playdoh. Normally it would drive me mad. But today it seems I have some left over patience from yesterday. I smile and take it from him. 

“Let me make something”, I say. “ And while I make something, you will write”.

He doesn’t write, but watches me , as I mold the red colored clay to a little rose flower.As it nears completion, he asks me, “Is it for Appa, for Valentine’s?”

“No”, I say, “It’s for you! You are my Valentine!”

“Not for me.. I am too young!”, he shies away.

“You know, Love is not only romantic. Love is maternal too”, I say. “And you are my sweetheart”

He is happy now, and takes my rose. I get the gift of a peck on my cheek. 

And we resume writing.

Magic

Magic

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It's dark, cold and just about begins to drizzle, just about to turn bleak.

"It's beautiful!!", you say, looking up, mesmerised.

I look up to see a street lamp we are passing my, and the rain droplets sparkling as they gently fall on me, and it indeed is beautiful, like a thousand stars glistening, just for me, right there. It's magical!!

Where did this magic come from, all of a sudden?Is it the rain? Is the cold night, or the lazy walk? No, It's you!

Different

I may be weird,
a bit of an odd ball,
a self-conscious one at that!

I may have weird head-bobbing,
or an accent,
or an eccentricity!!

I may tear up,
or stay calm,
or handle emotions,
my own way!

I may day-dream,
I may sing a song,
or dance crazy!

But then,
How different am I from you?
Aren't we all just unique?

Love

She has gone on with about 3 hours of sleep per day for a few days now. The third day, it is begining to show. Her steps slow down, and the smile weakens. Appearing normal is now an effort, she is no longer able to make. Clouds gather in her sky, and negative thoughts make them darker. She envisions herself just stopping, lying down somewhere and going to deep, undisturbed sleep. It makes her smile momentarily. Momentarily, because, she knows like Robert Frost, she literally has miles to go before she can sleep.

Yet she drives on, for time and life wait for no one. Once at her destination, her eyes close as soon as she can sit. 15 minutes, that seem like an eternity later, she sets to work. It was like she was picking up from couple of mintes back. She smiles at the wonderous adventure that was to be that day. And suddenly, she is fresh as a flower.

Be you!

I know in a fast flowing world, where people can and will do anything to succeed, sticking by ethics and principles is difficult. Sometimes you just want to do unto others as was done to you.

It's indeed hard to stick by your belief system, when the world would think you a fool to do what you do.

But you know the best part of sticking to your belief system? Not once, not even once, have I lost anything because I stuck to my belief system. I may not have gained, or gotten any better. But I haven't lost either. :)

Failure

Failure I think,
Is like vaccine.
You inject that
which is undesired,
so you may be stronger.

Failure I think,
is that bitter pill,
you swallow,
to overcome a weakness,
you never knew existed.

As with success,
So with failure,
It is but one of the many colors,
In the painting of life,
An experience
in the movie of life,
For tomorrow brings,
Another turn,
Another dawn,
Another opportunity!

Watching a movie

Watching a movie together
laughing at shared jokes
reminiscing of old times
dozing off, waking up
to realize that we dozed off
at the exact same moment
in the movie timeline.
and discussing,
What an amazing movie it was!

On hindsight, I realize,
It was not the movie..
It was you!