Serious visit or Visit Seriously?

Serious visit or Visit Seriously?

Once a ten year old child accompanied his mom to visit one of her relatives, which he had never met before, at a five star hospital. The hospital lobby witnessed a weird aura of negativity filled with the smell of medicines, medicated phenol, sorrows and anxieties and posters of smiling faces advertising different medical treatments and products. Many known faces of different relatives some long lost aunts, uncles and fast cousins greeted him. After waiting for an hour or so this little one questioned his mom, busy with the other ladies, “Mom why are they are here or rather why are we here?”  His mom smiled and replied,” We are here to meet my uncle, he is serious.” He thought for a while, looked around with his innocent little eyes and tried to analyze the reactions and gestures of his so called relatives. Some were discussing the saas-bahu relations(MIL and DIL issues) , some were discussing property and real estate matters, some were discussing about the business options and exhibiting their products and services, some were recollecting their childhood memories while a few of them were busy with the handheld idiot boxes, i.e. their over smartphones.

There he stood with folded arms and said,”Mom, I feel everyone here is present with a fear of tommorow or may be to protect their public and not so social image. So that tommorow if they are hospitalised or they pass away they  should have minimum shoulders to carry their bodies to the final destination. There should be someone to cry behind. Most biggest fears, what would others think of their absence. Some are here for formalities, some are here for a reconnect or to just showcase their household businesses and some are here because they share a common last name.”

Everyone looked at the little boy with utter surprise and turned their faces with may be shame or guilt.

What do you think?

My home is my heaven…

My home is my heaven…

She was busy making arrangements for the house warming ceremony. After staying for around five years in a rented house, they managed to buy a 1bhk in the suburbs of Mumbai. He was busy attending the guests but also peeked in every now and then just to watch the satisfaction and immense happiness on her face. She wore a red saree with golden border, a long golden mangalsutra, red bangles and sindoor( red vermilion applied by married Indian women)  but more than this her personality today had a different aura. The sparkle in her eyes, contentment on her face had so much more to say.

They both began the ‘Griha Pravesh’ rituals. During the rituals they went through the trailing flashbacks of their married life before they could enter their own apartment. So many ascending mishaps they went through unemployment, theft in their newly entered house, loss in business, death of an elderly and close family member, hospitalisation, accident and increase in debts. These memories gave her a feeling of suffocation and bought tears in her eyes. He held her hand and bought her into the present and whispered ,”Don’t worry . Everything has passed away. We are going to enter our dream and I need you here with me and by me.” She smiled assertively and held his hand for the Griha Pravesh and they put forth their feet into their HOME. Everyone cheered the couple on their new phase of life.

Meals were served, gifts were exchanged and it was time to say Good bye to their friends. They both were also tired…she said, “Dear I just need one warm hug to wind up my day.”

He pulled her and embraced her to just make her feel HOME. On to the bed they lay he asked her ,”What do you want from me today?” She said in a husky tone, “Nothing I am already in my heaven. Now I just need peace.”

She cuddled into his arms and fell asleep. Next morning he got up and watched her sleep as innocent as a child. He thought after a tiring day she should be granted some more relaxation time…so he walked into the kitchen and got her a cup of tea. He moved close to her and whispered, “Darling your bed tea is here…get up before I enter your bed.” She was fast asleep he then moved close to her and started playing his pranks. But there was awful and horrifying feeling when touched her body which was as cold as ice. No sensations, no pulse ticks…he was left clueless, he began calling her names, shaking her to bring her back and suddenly he realized her last words before leaving and tears rolled down his eyes: 

This house is my heaven and now I just need peace…..

Just to be with you…

Watching the rhythm of waves and feeling the warmth of cool breeze they stood at the shoreline of Bandstand. Cloudy monsoon evening it was. Fresh smell of the nature, chirping of birds, aroma and crackling sound of the corn being roasted…. adding to its beauty an old song played on the radio “Jab koi baat bigad jaaye…..tum dena sath mera oo humnava”. Meera turned towards Siddharth with her teary eyes. He too responded back by holding her hand the same way he held it seven years back. So much had passed by in these years…but his touch, his presence or may be only his existence has meant so much for her. Seven years of marriage bought with them diverse experiences good or bad. But one thing that was eternal amongst them was their existence just for each other. It turned dark, he turned towards her and said, “Why don’t you sing aloud….its been years I have just heard you humming into the kitchen, bathroom or just when you seem to be alone?”. She smiled at him with surprise, unaware that he noticed her humming too. She reluctantly said, “Are you gone nuts…gone are the days when I could sing … and here in public noways.” Her naughty smile and the beauty of simplicity in that dim light just made him happy as a man…a woman in her natural ways looks beautiful than any of the beauty pageants he thought. He requested her once again with an unresisting tone….please! She agreed and sang for him the same song she had sung for him at the same place and same time before their wedding around ten years back….

Saathiya yeh tune kya kiya, Beliya yeh tune kya….maine kiya tera intezaar itna karo na mujhe pyar

He was moved hear her sing with same emotions or may be deeper. She ended her song and he questioned her, ” What’s your wish to God ever?”  

To which she replied with an optimistic tone, we have parents but they have their own lives and children will have theirs, but you are the one who added potential and meaning to my existence as a person inspite of being with everyone I long for you, crave you. So I just ask my God to couple my existence to yours. I live just to be with you……