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A dice called “Life”


Sitting under the Tamarind tree a question always rattles memy beloved one’s often comment on me, but do they really know what they are doing to me………

An anguished person full of rage, feeling like a bird captured in a cage. Often I do fail to realize what do they want out of me, hard I do try but always fail to tackle the question rattling me, while sitting under the Tamarind tree…………….

My swollen eyes often depict my state, the turmoil in my life still awaits. I want to make them understand my tears are not alone to take my stand………………

As I still eagerly await for the day when I will have something to say, the unanswered question still rattles my life that whether I will achieve something that others can take in their stride…………

Sitting under the Tamarind tree I often think of thee…….

It’s Mother’s Day!


“You always stood by my side, cradled me when I was a child. And now after so many years you are still there for me, loving me, understanding me, oh mother I give a bow to thee”

She is an unrealistic yet a Goddess image. She blooms when her flower’s are budding; she saddens when her young one’s are crying. Yet she ensures that her children get what they want even if she has to sacrifice her own wants. She actually acts as a mirror of life, reflecting the light of life into the gloomy dreams and wipes off the tear’s when life leaves you in sheer strangeness and misery. Her love knows no prejudice, yet one day when you leave her to an old age home she greets you with the same affection and smile. Forgiveness, kindness and benevolence are her inherited traits but in this world of monsters the Goddess is feeling frail.

So let us all come together on this Mother’s Day and pay homage to all her countless sacrifices, her affectionate love, her kindness for we must not forget that what we are today is all because of her.

So go grab some wonderful gift for the lovely lady or nonetheless even spending time with her will make her feel special as there is no other better gift for the love of life then love itself.