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The Imperfect God

Why put her on a pedestal, they say She doesn't love you as you do, they say Perhaps, she doesn't even spare a thought for you. What do I care, I say Love doesn't know give and take Who am... Continue Reading →

If not for you.

whattheeyessee

I was miss goody two shoes,

At least on the surface,

At least how my parents and most of my friends knew me.

I was born to conform,

and born to make sure that my parents smile

and born to be teachers pet

so I conformed.

I did not skip classes

My head was stuck in books

I worked hard and earned from as soon in my life as I could

I never caught any first-day-first-shows

And believed when my dad said that our legacy was “hard-work”

and that he had nothing else but ethics and morals to share

I did not go out with friends at work

I did not party hard

Like everyone around me seemed to do

And that is how life was,

for more than 30 years.

And then I had you – my little girl

And you have been hard work,

All day and all…

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Will You?

I don't long for a touch I don't for a caress I don't long for love I don't long for a kiss I long to sit at your feet I long to rest my head at your knee And let... Continue Reading →

My first recital

whattheeyessee

Call it mid-life crisis, or just plain living life, but I started taking vocal lessons at 38. I had just finished my Masters in Engg., had moved countries and worked from home. So I needed to challenge myself a little more than the usual chores and raising a 5 year old. I just needed more than a normal day to keep me going.

So, I looked up a music school in the vicinity, read the reviews and enrolled without thinking any more. I can get cold feet very quickly. Cut to the first class and I was a bundle of nerves. I asked my husband to drive me the 2 mile distance as I didn’t trust myself enough to be able to make it on my own.

I reached the class and had the instructor asking me why I decided to learn at this age. I wasn’t prepared to answer…

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“Grays”fully Yours

whattheeyessee

I wish one could wake up one fine morning – may be in their late 50s – and be beautifully silver. But it is not meant to be that way. Or, may be, some of us make it more difficult for ourselves. Perhaps, it is a women thing – refusing to go gray. No, I am not generalizing, before you take offence! I am just talking about some of us – like me. Going gray has more difficult phases than all of the life put together, doesn’t it? Let’s see how many phases could one decipher. If you have more to add, feel free to comment and critique.

  1. Dreaded Sparkle – the first or the first few grays. They have no right to be there. Especially if you are in your 20s! They ought to be snipped or clipped or plucked or somehow dealt with. Aaah, now there are none…

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The Arrogant Moon

Two stars gazed up at the moon All lost in love Each asked the Moon if it loved them The Arrogant Moon just smirked And said I just set the sky aglow I just cast the silver streaks And I... Continue Reading →

Cooking and Baking

Oh I hate the greasy hands And the pots that call for a mighty scrub I awfully mind the thumb getting sliced with the onions And the burns I sport on my hands and wrists I wish I didn't want... Continue Reading →

Nothing but So Much!

Never got you any gifts, Nor got you any flowers Never wrote you any letters Never sent you any cards Never clicked any pictures with you Never made any promises to you Never walked miles with you Never danced any... Continue Reading →

When they speak their heart!

My 5year old girl was on winter break from Kindergarten. I was working and I work from home. She knows that she cannot disturb me as I work but at times she loses her patience. On a particularly hard and... Continue Reading →

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