calicut..

I suddenly yearn for my grandma's house,
and rooms with its long glass windows,
looking out the garden and its lush rich greens,
and grass fighting with weeds overgrown...

Its afternoon now n everyone's asleep,
Everything's quiet, and time is still,
There's a hum in the air and the soft drones
of the neighbouring old paper mill..

There's a room full of books and genres many.
A romantic classic with an old history.
The cover is faded and the pages are torn
and a silverfish is scurrying out all alone..

But now I have to stop cos' i cant go on.
I might book a train ticket and be long gone
to my grandma's house wit its glass windows
and grass fighting with weeds overgrown..

bits of peace...

It was about 6 years ago, amma was returning from Calicut, Kerala and the scheduled arrival was 5.45 a.m. Now to pick her up one had to wake up at 4-4.15, struggle with the jaali door, utter a couple of curses and then go down to the parking lot and shout at the watchman (snoring away to glory mind you!) to get up n open the gates, n then drive out.. dad n I would head out in the car, the roads at 4.30 would be empty, trees seeming larger, with street lights throwing eerie shadows on the pavement dwellers.. the long straight stretch of mount road, the billboards on gemini flyover, the smooth constant hum of the car. Achan n I would exchange jus one piece of info "have u called amma? is the train on time?"..n then relapse into a comfy silence..there was peace then..15 mins drive of silence, quiet and darkness..peace..


D,M, n me took this trip to kerala. I took em' to calicut n M took us to palghat..I dont think I have ever slept as well anywhere as I had slept there in her house..We woke up one early mornin at around 7 (:P), the kids were running about, D,M, n me took our steel tumblers of piping hot tea and went to the back yard..Beautiful twas!! lush greenery, the good old solid well and the washing stone in all its splendour! I sat near the washing stone, D on it and M close to the well n we said NOTHING!! Pretty tough you would think for us chronic blabber-ers but that moment was a moment to be savoured in silence..I guess a lot more was communicated between the 3 of us than words cud have possibly achieved.. snatched a bit of peace there.. And M, "I am coming there babes. Atleast once for tat peace.." :)


It was the morning of our 2nd day's journey to calicut, D's sleeper seat was unfortunately taken over by one really obnoxious lady..We had the side lower.. D fell asleep soon..But I was awake..lookin out of the window...fields going by, half naked kids waving n ppl at tea stands gettin their bit of early morning news.. the steady comforting rumble of the train, the constant rocking n sips of really bad train tea. :) didnt hold onto the tea, but held onto the moment for as long as I could :)

my bits of peace... :)

zzzzz....

Ye Gaads! Help Me! I am falling asleep,
words mixing up, and it looks to me,
that an hour in the dorm is necessary
or I'll fall on the laptop,
and squash the keys :D

of days goin by..

life is goin on as it should, with incredibly busy breathless moments, of long lazy days, of tears, of relief, of love n excitement and quiet contentment..

of teary farewells,n emptiness inside, of long drawn instructions with a mother by ur side..

of carefree sundays, with a book n a pillow, of long long chat sessions leavin u hoping for more..

of giggles with D over nothin important, parents constant worries and my reassurances...

of worrying over dad's health, of him sleepin, tired on the front seat of the car and the love i feel for him..

of worryin over why V ain't eating or sleeping, of surviving on grapes or always wishin to be with him..

of wishin tat maula was nearby n answerin my friends prayers..

of why i need a yoga or a tai chi to move, these muscles o mine, maybe a salsa to groove?

i love these days, as n when they go by, i wish i cud catch em, they are mine, all mine..