She posed! Wide angle, then a little closer. Those pearly white teeth shone so bright Just like the summer sun outside. She smiled, happy she was London Dreams reflected in her wide smile. Was she alone? No, there were many like her! London was just eight hours away!! Oh, is it? Yes, there was another like her with wild dreams. She was finally going to be reuinted- a lifetime of togetherness. Her dark brownish hands, the red bangles just worn yesterday. And the daimond ring and platinum bangles given by her Mr Adorable. She adorned them all, she was meeting him finally. The young mother gleaming with joy, finally London Dreams were coming true. She planned how to set up the house, her wishlist still having seventy nine items to be procured for her new 'London Home.' She took that instant selfie and converter it into a status, yeah finally her much awaited journey began Who knew those wild dreams, those happy moments would be the last. No more selfies, no conjugal life, no se...
Now, many of you must be wondering that I am going to write a story. Well, this time I deviate and decide to just pen down my random thoughts in this blog of mine. I have had the best English teachers ever, well that should be since I studied in a Convent and a teacher teaching English in a Convent school definitely must be exceptional, out of the box. Yes, I vividly remember the first time I fell in love with the language was when our very strict (that was our assumption then, since we couldn't master English grammar and was scared that she might ask us questions and we would be embarrassed before the class) Miss Monica (well she was a Mrs, but we Convent going girls were taught to address everyone irrespective of their marital status as Miss) started teaching us English in Grade 9. I was awestruck at the manner she explained the chapters and made grammar lessons at ease for us. I still remember she always used to wear light coloured floral printed sarees which made her look prett...
You are gone! Far even before I could imagine... Just one moment you were in my arms We both wading through the knee deep water.... We talking of the tenga masor anja... And the next moment you are gone... Disappeared, slipping out of my hands... Before I could recollect anything.... You were just washed away!!! Wailing, screaming, pleading, hoping that I your father would save you. ... But I so helpless... Desperately hunting every drain... Searching for you ...day and night... Madness overpowered me... I could think of nothing my son... Three days later... I hold you back in my arms... This time wrapping in a white shroud... I wail, I wail and I wail... I don't know how I shall survive without you... My son...!!!
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