The Coffee and The Rain -1

Tap tap tap tap tap tap…the rain falls on the roof tops and the water slides down the window glass. Dark grey skies just want to empty themselves, as if in a hurry. Its 1.00 in the afternoon, perfect time to gather myself along with a cup of hot coffee and sit near a window. Windows are the best place to be at when it rains. Coffee completes the set. Watching the rain. It falls. I take the first sip of my coffee. As the warmth sets in, I cup my hands around the mug. Its raining, heavily. I look around. Small rivulets have formed, making their way from somewhere to nowhere. The surroundings look green. The fragrance of wet earth takes over. A cow and a dog are standing under the shade of a tree, protecting themselves, sharing the space.  Two children from neighborhood are making paper boats and feeling happy. The rain falls harder. Their mom shouts at them and forcefully takes them in the house. Winds have become harsh. Everything is hazy now. All I can see is the dim forms out on street. It feels like the rain has created a transparent wall between me and the outside world. But the mind’s eye can never be obstructed. Its always open and is looking for the right opportunity to poke the mind. And lo! the memories come out fresh and clear. All the way from my childhood. Some, that just made me happy all over again, and some, that were supposed to be dissolved in the muddy waters long back. But as they say, one can never trust them memories. Shedding them away, I look at my coffee. The soft brown color blends perfectly with the weather and my mood. I smile and take another sip.

Such moments are much awaited, when I have all the time in this world to myself. I sit back. Peace sets upon. The coffee is finished. But I am still tingling all over. Coffee and rains on a quiet Sunday afternoon does that to you..


When it comes to love, Mom’s the word.

Its my mom’s birthday today! Its not an ordinary day. Its my mom’s birthday!

Its June and my mom’s birthday falls on this day, in this month. The exciting feeling of  “mummy ka birthday hai aaj toh”  lingers for the whole month and I kinda feel sad when July starts. It feels as if something is left behind. It feels as if 1 more year just went by, silently pushing my mom towards the path from where she would never come back one day. As I write this, I realize that celebrating birthdays is just a way to forget that we just lost 1 more year of our life. But it doesn’t appears so bad when we think for ourselves, it feels worse when it comes to our parents, specially Mothers. I never felt in such a way before. And trust me, I have no idea at all, why my mind is filled with such thoughts today. As happy as I am today that its her birthday and as I fervently wish her to live forever, at the same time, the bitter truth of losing her someday, dawns on me and no matter how hard I try to control my tears, they just fall down wetting my cheeks.

Moms are special! Very very special! I believe everyone will find that true. Just one Mother’s day in a year is not enough for them, nor is this one post.  I have no particular reason as to why I am writing this post today out of all days. My heart is full. And today is the best day to write down everything that I feel for her. Thoughts and feelings that I don’t think I’ll ever say to her. Expressing my love for her in this way is a gift in a way that I’d like to present her. Most moms are practical on the front and they like remaining that way. My mom is the same and so its better penning down it all instead of turning it into the moment of chaos.

I have always been a lazy child. And she has always been a patient and loving mother. I remember her slapping me twice and giving me a good beating once, in my life till now. I also remember her supporting me always, in whatever I do and say. Never did she discourage me for anything.  Now, spending money is an altogether different thing. But be it my low grades in school or its the choice of my clothes or the way my career took shape, she has always been at my side, unwavering. Living life on one’s own terms, along with handling all the responsibilities(dad specially) in the best-est way is not an easy thing to do..but that’s what she is a pro at. A workaholic, lover of sweets, a jolly natured person with a happy go lucky attitude is who my mom is. At times, I get frustrated over her oh-so-cool attitude and the way she let things go and moves on as if nothing happened..but in the end that very attitude makes her a winner!! I adore and respect her immensely. Having sacrificed a lot, and over time, gaining more than that is the one art I would always like to learn from her. No matter how tough she looks on the outside, I know, I believe deep within that she’s as soft and vulnerable and caring as a woman or rather a mother is. My mom is a sweetheart and the nicest of all persons that I know.

Hey Mom,

I love you! No matter how much I trouble you, I still love you! My life has been greatly sculpted by your influence and it is all for the better. I know that you and I have a deep connection and relationship that goes beyond this lifetime and will always do so!!

Happy Birthday to you Ma!! I wish you a life that is as wonderful as you are!!

PS : I am happy about having a hanky with me at this moment.

TC People!