Turning the pages of the newspapers I only see advertisements of the ‘Puja sale’ ‘Diwali sale’ or some other kind of sale going in the shops and online websites, it is then when somehow this irony struck on me. On page 4 I read an article named, “Minor girl kidnapped by classmate, raped for three days.” While just on the next page there was an advertisement for ‘Durga pooja’ saying, “Instead of searching for her in an idol, find her in your life.”
We human beings are so cryptic, we pray to an idol with all our heart while a girl is faced with such inhuman conduct, goes through such humiliation that she herself is reduced to such a state of a cold heartedness.
Just warming up 😉
Gujarati folks enjoying the Dandiya night.
Wishing you all a great Navratri and Durga Puja ahead.
“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.” –Jonathan Safran Foer
via Daily Prompt: Test
I kept staring at him, smiling and listening. I had nothing to say but I had everything to hear. We sat there for more than four hours and talked about things we hadn’t discussed ever. Cups of coffee entered and exited but the smile on my face didn’t.
I was elated.
He had no idea.
I completely forgot that the most significant test of my life awaited me the next morning.
Suddenly a smile on his face was more important than good marks and a better job.
PS: While writing the exam I could only laugh at my own stupidity.
She stood there handsome, tall yet rigid and taut. Her muscles contracted, her body tapered and she thought her senses wouldn’t retort to the beautiful rhythm that was about to play. Her palms were clammy with nervousness as she scratched the floor with her toes. Her partner in dance stood in front of her and she couldn’t make out his reaction. He may have tried to comfort her and yet all she felt was dis-comfort.
She took a deep breath, in and out and opened her eyes ready to face it, ready to complete the unfinished.
The moment the song went on; her body, her face, her expressions, her moves accustomed to the tempo and she moved as swiftly as lightning. It was as if she was never away from all of this.
She felt overjoyed and her happiness couldn’t know any boundaries. It was a simple dance routine yet it made her feel so euphoric. Only then did she realize that how much she had missed dancing. It was as if a part of her life was taken away from her life and now it was given back, fully recovered. She had never allowed her feelings to tamper in between and now that she had it all back her legs wouldn’t stop and her smile wouldn’t fade.
She was finally dancing.
It was not always like this. I was not always like this. Something has happened that has made me realize that I have changed over the years and I am stunned how could it possibly have happened?
I used to be the person who would comply to you with so much ease, you’d wonder that how can she be so easy going? I was the person who would be the sweet, docile person who was good to talk to. You could see my yearbook and would find few words consistently on all the pages written by all my friends, “Sweet, cute, polite, respectful, friendly”
And today, I am truly horrified at myself. I am nothing of the words that my old friends use to describe me with. I am not friendly anymore. I seem to have attitude issues even though I call it self-respect. I don’t comply with everyone these days. I will just not listen to anyone if he is wrong or right saying that this is my life and why should he interfere in it. Previously I would listen to him and might as well agree with but these days it’s suddenly “my life.” I am not proud of myself and am justly perplexed at my behavior.
Not everything is debauched about this. Sometimes things are wonderful because I am able to take my own stand. But where did the old ‘She’ go? And this new ‘She’; is it for good or for bad?
“Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.” –Mother Teresa