April

Its April. I wait for April all year along. 

I wait for the white, pink, blue, peach color to bloom in my garden.

The lilies are blooming.

How I love lilies. The day I knew the first lily in my garden is going to attain her youth, my face had an ear to ear long smile.

I hardly get to see the blooming lilies in my own house immaterial of how I love them, that too under tight scrutiny. Because, someone else loves them more than me or anyone else in the kingdom.

The knights of the king are waiting for every lily in the kingdom to bloom, so that they can pick them for the princess's bath. She has the luxury of lily bathe only 30 days in a year.

Prompt for Nimue's Months of the year Challenge :)

March

The adolescence was bidding goodbye. Our play dates were changing into secret meetings.

A whiff of cold March air blew my hair on my face when our lips met behind the oak tree that day.

He asked me how I felt like. 

I don't know, I said.

He agreed to keep our kisses secret until I found out how I felt about them. I felt good.

He wasn't anything like those assholes in school. Kissing someone secretly and moving around with some hot girl for public display.

He smiled at me every time our eyes met, which happened often during the school hours and after school hours.

Our secret meetings continued, with kisses or without.

He handed me over my first job contract outside the school that day.

If you're going to get me a good job, you have to give me a good kiss before that. I said. He smiled. 

Our kisses, and our meetings weren't secret anymore.

P.S. This is reproduction of a dream I had early morning today. :)

P.P.S: Written for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge

February

'Its never too late to fall in love.' That's what he said while wrapping the bandage around her arm. 

She smiled and looked away, out of the window. 

February, the month of love, she thought as her eyes fell on the shrubs loaded with roses in the garden outside that window.

'Maa, you should meet Dr. Agnihotri. He is very nice. He likes you.' He said as he finished dressing the wound on his mother's arm from brush of thorns of roses shrubs. 

February. She will turn 50 this February. She nodded at her son for the scheduling the meeting. 

Prompt for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge. 

January

A new year, new hopes and new agendas with new resolutions and some old ones carried forward.
January, you're welcome. I hope you are nice to me, so are the months that follow.
January, you' re cold, but remember to bring me warmth. 
January, you're dry, don't forget to bring me moisture.
January, you're the one I look forward to the most, if you're good, the faith in rest being good gets strong. 

Dear Januaries of the past, bless the Januaries of the future.

Prompt for Nimue's Months of the Year Challenge! :)

जीना इसी का नाम है... #Day30

कुछ ढूंढ रही थी मैं. एक पुरानी डायरी. कुछ पुराने फ़ोन नंबर चाहिए थे. कुछ पुराने दोस्तों की याद आई, कुछ पुराने किस्सों की...

कुछ पुरानी तसवीरें मिलीं और कुछ पुरानी बातें ज़ेहन में उठीं...

क्या दिन थे, जब जोश में दुनिया बदलने की बातें किया करते थे. लेक्चर हॉल में बैठ कर अपने महत्वकांक्षाएं साझी किया करते थे.  राजनीति बदलने की बातें, सरकार बदलने की बातें...

बातें तो कॉलेज में ही रह गयीं. कुछ दोस्त सिस्टम में शामिल हो गए, कुछ सिस्टम के ग़ुलाम.

आज सुबह अखबार देखा तो एक दोस्त की तस्वीर दिखाई पड़ी. गर्व महसूस हुआ जब खबर पढ़ी. दोस्त ने एक नवजात बच्ची को कचरे के ढेर से उठा कर गोद लेने का फैसला किया था.

बस, कॉलेज के आखिरी दिन, डायरी में उसके लिखे हुए शब्द याद हो आये..

एक शायद उसी ने अपने शब्दों को साकार किया था. जीना इसी का तो नाम है...

Home #Day29

Your mother has written to you more than thousand times. Your father has told you over hundred times on the phone. Your siblings have been asking you the same everyday over video conferences. 

But you've been too busy, stuck with work, engaged in earning, making a living.

Not only your family, but you house misses you too. Come back, my son. You've spent 20 years of your life here, and you can very well spend the rest here too. Like everyone else is. 

Don't you miss being with your family, being in your own house?

Minting money was never a priority for this family. Your own country misses you. 

Come back.

P.S. Season Finale tomorrow. :)

The Park #Day28

He stopped walking at the sight of the Karan Park. His feet took him inside on their own. He found himself near the same bench, after about 5 years. He tried to walk away, filled with fury, but couldn't manage. He threw himself on the bench and wept. Wept like he did five years ago. Helpless and feeble.

The past started playing at the back of his mind, like a movie rolls.

This day, that year. He was here, with his five year old. To get fresh air and to spend some quality time with this son. The kid wanted to climb the tree but he was too afraid to let him. 

He child threw tantrums and he ignored. He picked the kid up and started moving towards the house When his phone rang. It was his boss calling. 

He let his son down on the ground and answered the call, only to turn around to the child's loud scream, finding him bleeding. He had fell off the tree and hurt his head on the bench.

Before he could run to pick his child, the kid had lost his pulse.

Work before everything theory killed his son.