Journeys that bridge

 One of my first writings after experiencing different continents From Mouchak to Mövenpick to Mc Donald’s...... I plunged into the adventure along with 226 boxes as the 40 foot container marked Basel to Boston drove off with my home –‘ Fragile -handle with care ’ . The same words were invisibly visible in me too. I was leaving my job, joys, friends and familiarities to honor the word family that I blindly believed in. Never before had I realized the calm comfort of knowing my environment and being known. I walked up to the US immigration officer with my children. Questions? None at all. All they look for are authenticated, valid documents and the non- staggering look in your eyes. I looked forward to letting my Indian iron bangled , Swiss watched clad hand to rest upon my heart and take the pledge of allegiance along with my students in schools here. I had felt a tingling feeling of peeping wings when I left my 6 year settlement i...

 Relationships-sibling day -2020 ( A post from 2017) A day where sisters and brothers pray for each other and celebrate their togetherness. A togetherness that even distances bow down to. I remember the first time I gave Bhaiphota to my brother, not on his forehead but on the wall imagining that it was him. I still do that - Close my eyes, touch the wall and think of my brothers- the jokes, the laughter, the secrets - Oh ! And the arguments not to mention the fights. An old tear finds its way on my cheek every year. The cheek has aged since then- the tear hasn't! Today is the first year where we sat with our son while he prayed for his sister and wished her well. The first year where our daughter would pass on her prayers and strength of good vibes for her little brother through a Chandan spot on her dormitory wall miles away on an early Californian morning. I hugged my little boy when he said `` I have sent her my good vibes Mamma, my strength and all that I know, and I think Did...

 21.01.2019- Our girl leaves home for college after Christmas break No mid-day snack plates in the sink, no half-drunk juice and soda glasses around, no hand towels left unattended in the bathroom, my slippers are in place and so is the laundry! No adapters around the living room and precariously kept laptops. All the papers have folded themselves and have been filed and the wardrobe closed only to be opened again in Summer! A day when a little girl running around the house shall cross my mind more than ever and a young lady hugging her dad at the airport and saying- I'll call you after I land baba- shall keep crossing his. A day he will track the San Francisco flight as I place only three plates for dinner while our sunny boy´s dimples disappear. A parent´s shared look of pride and pain. A mother´s peep through the door as she held her brother tightly in the wee hours of the morning. A dad´s smile as she takes her suitcase away lest it's too heavy for him! Another day when I...

  2020 is leaving us. One of the greatest teachers if we wish to learn. Perhaps the world has become so disobedient and disrespectful and realizations so hollow and the universe just wouldn’t have it this way anymore. This year was chosen to remind mankind that we are but mortals who can perish by an unseen, minute enemy. An enemy that has dodged all knowledge, technology, and medical science. A spiky invisible death trap that banned touch, masked smiles, furthered distances, bolded borders, and compelled us to learn to live minimally. Nature thrived untouched as mankind got locked indoors. This year taught us the fear and pain of losing, to shed attitude and embrace the gratitude for life, the essence of friends and family, and most importantly that normalcy isn’t the granted norm! And the passing of a quiet silent year won't change anything as midnight strikes today unless we choose to turn a new leaf with our minds. The undeterred Earth has revolved around our blazing fire of l...