lachu’s blog

Niranjana stood there
out in the rain as if she got freedom. Freedom from the wrenched old lady whom
her parents entrusted her to be taken care of when they were away at work place.She
never let her step out of the house,instead she will keep the wide window with
cross wired iron bars open and keep a chair for Niru ,a name her mom will call
when she pamper her once in a full moon.Poor Niru had no other way other than
to sit in the small chair and watch the out side world through the window
bars.She was there when it rained and when the sun had shown all its fury ,and
even to welcome both winter and autumn. She liked rain desperately, she wanted
to fell its spray,its warmth and its melodious sound!!! But her maid never let
her out, and she watched the clouds making conspiracy against sun and the sun
trying hard to penetrate his mighty rays through them and some times few of
them succeeds but looks so feeble and tired.She also witnessed the seasons
changing before her.But her fate never changed ,still a slave behind the window
bar!!!

          But one day when the servant lady was
taking her afternoon nap she took a tall chair and unbolt the door and ran out
in to the rain.She started singing, like a cukoo and danced gracefully as a
peacock,experience the mighty drops all over her,with hands stretched she swung
around!!!!! With her eyes closed she stood there experiencing the generous gift
of mother nature!!

   Suddenly the drops stopped coming to her
,she opened her eyes and saw her mother with her umbrella unfold over her ,and
she was all terrified thinking that her mom will beat her for being there in
the rain and even scold the lady for letting her go out in the rain. But to her
surprise there was a strange smile on her mom's face, she grabbed her close to
her and carried her home with fondness and with a towel she wiped out all the
trace of rain from her. She didn't tell her anything nor did she scold her
sevant.Insted she kissed Niru on her cheeks, her forehead and hugged her
closely.Niru could feel the salty water on her lips. Yes her mum was crying for
reason not known to her still!!!!!

Birthdays reminds me of the countdown to enter the strange domain of death.

Once your soul enters there u never exists. The things I collected with

fondness ,the idol of Lord Krisha where I daily offer the garland of Tulsi,The

gifts that my sweet heart presented me, The little cartoons my daughters

drawn and  presented for my bday,and everthing that I  kept close to my heart

will endure, but not me. There will be tears on my little  daughters face. My

beloved will be weeping inside.But still the world will go on, tears will dry

up from my loved ones faces and things will fall back in to their normal

position as usual in due course of time.Later  I will end up as a photo to

decorate our drawing room.Both my daughters will pray in front of it before

leaving to school, On my special days they will garlamd me with aromatic

jamine flowers, he will sit on the sofa and watch me with a turbulent mind,

and myself  will be there in a world , far away from them, that even their

dream cannot reach  , will be praying for them so that everything good on

earth may shower up on them.!!! Oh god keep all the happiness for them and

fill all the unhappiness in me!!!!