A journey that never ends

For once I see

My dreams coming true.

I see the path,

For our journey together

I could feel my hand 

Being held in yours

Utter no words

Your touch speaks to my heart.

Look into my eyes

That reflects your desire,

A never ceasing one - gliding us

Through emotions.

The memories of

What we spoke,

What we did in past 

Are just not ephemeral. 

It led us to an eternal bonding;

The warmth of which 

Reminding our one and united soul.

Let us cross over

Summits of happiness

And, valleys of miseries

Cherishing each step together

With our ever growing love.

TIME AND TRAIN WAIT FOR NONE

 This is about an interesting event happened when I was an undergrad -

We were at the most anticipated part of our visit to Bangalore. The very thought of roaming around the lively roads of Brigade and other thronged shopping areas of Bangalore made us jaunty and buoyant. We as students, took lot of efforts to make this industrial visit really possible. A trip for two days from Trichy to Bangalore and that too with a tag of industrial visit doesn't seem to be an easy joke. We devoted nearly a month for all the arrangements including our boarding and lodging, train tickets, a hired vehicle to travel within Bangalore and other co-ordinating works to put everything in order.

        The first day of our trip was more serious as we devoted it entirely to serve the real purpose of our trip and visited companies and organizations related to our field. In the next day forenoon also we made a visit to a company. After a brief rest we were taken to famous 'baghs' of Bangalore. Being college goers, we find nothing impressive in parks. At that moment, our jubilant mentality and the nature's beautiful calmness

doesn't cohere. So we found it dull to just  roam around the park. Somehow we managed to get

permission from the staff who have been escorting us, for letting out to shop in the most famous bazaars of Bangalore. At about 5.00 pm we dispersed in the shopping area. We were instructed to return back to lodge at about 6.30 pm so that we would be able to catch our train departing at 7.10 pm. At first we determined to stick onto the time and started moving. But as we progress through the dazzling roads of the garden city we forgot the time. It was already 6.30 pm when we realised that we were late. Myself and three of my friends took an auto for our lodge. We calculated a time of 15 minutes to reach the lodge by auto, but alas, forget to include the hectic traffic in calculation. After a dozen signals, we managed to reach lodge only at 7.00 pm. Railway station was about a kilometer from the lodge. So in extreme edginess everyone started running towards the station with their baggages. Since my friend was ailing, we were happened to set back. Though i was nervous, I had a little hope on the procrastination of Indian railway. Unfortunately the train was too perfect on that day. Myself and my friend were able to see only the already departed train when we reached the platform. Suddenly to our astonishment the train slowed down and stopped. Few of our classmates standing near the door sighed us to get in. Then only realized that we were not the only two to be late, nearly half of our class were at the platform staring at the moving train. So some of us who have managed to get into the train have stopped by pulling the emergency chain. On one side I felt happy for getting into the train and on the other side, it was bitter to face its post reactions from both TTR and college authorities. But I never regret for this incident because it mended me to be punctual thereafter at any circumstances.

My first ever "bride seeing" ceremony

Here is my experience with first ever "bride seeing" ceremony...

On the day of the event (sambavam nadandha annaiku) early in the morning, I stepped out of the train on the cold drizzling station of mine (after train being an hour late). When I reached home it was around 7 am. Not to mention I had a special warm welcome from my family. I told myself...this is my day..and I let out a pompous smile.

The groom's family was about to come by 10 am. My dad was busy tidying and arranging our meeting place (thankfully it's not our home and we saved our guest from the glare of our over pouring books and clothes), my mom was busy cooking some delicacies and my sister was helping both of them and in between trying to crack some jokes aiming to make me blush but in vain...and I was given the whole time to get ready to face the guy ! (how blissful..)

To my surprise I was not at all nervous...for some reason I just felt blunt ...though I knew I would be scrutinized from top to bottom by the spectator.

Finally the groom's family came around 10.30 am (and still it was raining). I saw the guy...OMG he was so handsome than I had pictured...and more noticeably he was fairer than me. I served them tea and delicacies. The guy started speaking with my dad. And then, I was stunned when he suddenly turned to me and asked - what is meant by genomics (a least expected question I had ever thought to come from a groom on the first meet..because being genomics graduate we always scorn at this question) well...I blurted something with an effort of hiding my inner thoughts.

Then my dad let the guy and me to go and talk in a private room. I was clueless about what to speak. I was glad that he himself started the conversation. As he spoke I actually liked him. He spoke in such way that he wants me to come Trichy (where he lives) as soon as possible (later I would realize it was flirtatious and I liked it !). He was even humorous and finally he said I can tell my father whether I like him or not. We joined the rest in the living room and I felt like we both shared a secret that no one else knew ! And, the groom's family suddenly got up and said they are leaving and said we can tell our opinion over phone...

My mom (and in fact all of us) felt it has ended so abruptly...she was expecting to express our mutual "OK" and to proceed with further talks...

In the night dad called groom's father to express our consent. After the phone conversation ended, my dad announced that the groom and his father are liking me but his mother is feeling that "jodi porutham" (outer appearance match as a couple) is not there and that he will try to convince her.

I told my dad I need not be in such a place where the groom's mother (which of course a main character in married life) does not like me..let's drop this.

And just like that it was all over for me...and a new tiring search started for my family...

This event happened four years back. Now I am a married woman. I don't know as a couple whether we have that 'jodi porutham'. But I am glad I insisted I want the groom who is definitely not fairer than me. 

Feeling blessed

I don't want

A cute proposal kneeling down

I know it is needless

I don't want

The pamper everyday

I bask in your latent love everyday 

I don't want

A valentine's day 

A day is not enough 

To celebrate our love

I don't want

To ask for more in this life

Because I am the most blessed

For I have got you as my better half

The first fight

There is not a day

That rises without sun

There is not a moment

That passes without thinking of you

Whenever or where ever

I feel your presence

Today in the dark

I keep my arms stretched out for you

Like a lost little girl.

My teary eyes exhausted.

I try to feel you from my memories 

That only reminds your absence in the present, 

The pain of realization is the worst.

I always envisage, we will

Bloom like two flowers with single soul

But anguish prevails, 

Frustration taints our love.

Something in my heart

Reflects the pain, and

Hold off the immense happiness

That I could spread.

I want to break free and come out new

I will find you back.

The uninvited blue

That was the moment

Everything was falling in place
But I see them falling apart now.
Just a minute ago,
My mind said-
You've got all reasons to be happy.
But now, here it is again,
A heap of sadness
Blocking and hitting
Against every glance and at every step
I put forward.
There is not a thing
I can think straight
I lay down, my eyes fixed
The heaviness crushing me
I know nothing
What is it eating me
But all I know is
There is gloominess all over me
I wish I could peel it off
I hate this
Because I do not want to be sad
I demand a reason
Why am I sad
Not that I have remedy
For all that crippling me
At least I want to work on them
And, afterall
I deserve happiness, don't I?

The Moon and I

A warm late evening…

I was inside my AC (I call Artifically-Conditioned) apartment,

Brooding over the recent confrontation

With my ruthless roommate

Who tried verbal abuse this time

To intimidate me.

That was well enough,

To silence even the basal expression

Of my untainted (occasional) zest.

I walked out

Hoping to muster my mood back

Like a little girl collecting her berries back

Without cursing the stone that tripped her off

There was a lonely moon above my head,

That goes unnoticed by people

Who don’t even care about its existence

That’s been criticized by those

Who sees only the maculation it bears

And, keeps enchanting the ones 

Who cared for what it is been  

I felt myself a lonely moon.