PurplePitara

JOY OF GIVING It was a hot mid-April afternoon and Isha was hanging clothes in the balcony, cursing her maid for taking a day off for no reason. She lived in a flat on the first floor and her balcony overlooked a huge empty ground. She somehow enjoyed standing in the balcony and gazing at the ground for a long time. She felt that that ground had a little world in itself. There were many stray animals there dogs and pigs in abundance. Sometimes she would observe dogs chasing pigs, during monsoon it became a grazing ground for sheep and camels and a mini butterfly park and some beautiful birds. And many times, she could see a pair of owls in the starry night. It seemed that the ground changed its landscape and mood according to the season, the early morning dewy haze in monsoon and the heavy fog in winters and dry parched land in summer.  A bitch had given birth to a litter of 4-5 pups and Isha used to enjoy watching them from when they were just a few hours old till they wer

Today when I saw myself in the mirror, The reflection smirked, It seemed to have some queries, It said... who are you dear.. Are you the girl who has certain fears, Or are you the mother of that girl who loves to don vivid headgears, Who are you dear... Are you the girl who used to freak on the sight of a pimple, Or a lady who loves the skin she is in all sober and simple, Who are you dear.... Are you the same girl who couldn’t compromise on sleep, Or the one who, when all is hushed, sometimes does silently weep, Who are you dear... Are you the one running after the little feet all day happily, Or the one who secretly wishes to be pampered and tucked in cosily. I recollect a girl Oh! So happy and gay, Battling an eyelid and all ready to sway, She wanted this and wanted that, And travel the world if she might have had, And I see you.. happy too, But dreams so different from what she had, Are you rock solid or are you so lovingly tender, This is