Leftovers

Standing under sun May your part fade away That Resides in me Changing my every turn.

Sharpness

With a drop of wetness 
And a touch of redness 
Eyes are the best sword. 

Her Rebirth

This story has been written from the main character's perspective i.e. Megha,

Enjoy Reading!

"It had been an exhausting day for me, as usual. Another big deal was waiting to be concluded. Everything was done. Most of staff had already left except some, who were on their extra shift, and my secretary. I looked up at the clock, 7.00 pm.  My mother face flashed in my mind. I sighed as I recalled my mother’s words," Come back early today, I am making Dosa for you". She had come to my three- bedroom-hallow-apartment after almost seven years. But I couldn't make it to leave early. A tide of anger rose and fall inside me as my contemplation shifted from my mother’s woeful eyes to some documents on my desk that required my authorization. In a bid to release some steam I rose my chair and moved to the window and gazed at the down pour outside for few minutes before drawing the curtains to veil the diamond rain drops falling to dissolve on my cabin's windowpane. I ordered a steaming hot coffee, took a stroll around the cabin and finally again sat on my chair. But something inside me was unsettled. I let my eyes wander around my cluttered table when the small business card caught my attention, "Umeedh Bhavan, an orphanage”. In my ears the words of lady, from the orphanage that came for some donation stuff, was reverberating," There are many children without mother and many mothers without children, Ms. Megha".

My cell phone buzzed. I saw my best friend picture smiling within the frame bounded by that calling ring. As soon as I picked up the call, She started scolded me like she used to do when we were in college and I have forgot her birthday. A smile ran on my otherwise stubborn face but as she continued with her talks, I felt getting detached. Her voices were turning into a rattle with every bit of my strangling thoughts. It seemed hard to continue the conversation so I ended it abruptly with an easy excuse knowing that it would hurt her and me too.

As I sat propping my head on my hands, peon knocked to place my coffee on the table. I looked at the clock again, 7.45 pm. I was still couldn’t drag myself away from my desk to go home. Then, my secretary entered and told me that she's leaving. I, hastily, said yes and tried to sign the papers that I needed to handover to her. In the haste to sign it, I spilled the hot coffee all over the documents and I instantly yelled, "Shit! Papers!". She, with a bizarre expression on her face asked," Don't you love yourself?"I felt like the floor beneath me has faced an earthquake. I shivered and a cold sweat drenched me. I could hear the rain falling outside. "Don't worry Ma'am, I will print another copy", she continued after an awkward silence. Completely shaken by her words, I replied, "its okay, you may go now, and it’s already late". She replied politely" Thanks Ma'am and take care of the burn". Her words made me aware of the burn. But the burns were not the only hurt I received. Her comment, ” Don’t you love yourself?”, stung me even more.

The last time I had endured such anguish was when,

Seven years ago......

"Mom, I want this child" brimming confidence

"Don't be mad, we have a society to answer" shrugs

"Is society more important than your child's child?" An unanswered question

"Yes, when your child's father has left you and you're too young" voice trembles

"But my child is innocent and I am still here for it!" Strong words

"Megha, Don't forget I’m your mother" Voice reaching its height

"And I will be a mother!" Words trying to win

"Megha......" Slap

 A mother triumphed over a mother to be.

With the conversation that day, I lost my child and a part of myself. From that day, my life took a harsh turn where I was like a machine which couldn't feel anything so as not to feel the pain and guilt. I never blamed my mother or that man as they did their part but the one who didn't was me.

I picked up the visiting card and "What’s stopping me now?", I asked myself. "Exactly, nothing", the reply came. Then I opened my laptop but this time to follow my heart. It’s a long time that I again felt my lost thrill. I looked at my burn and smiled as it has extinguished a burn within. My fingers trembled from excitement as I typed the website address. And my renowned typing speed turned surprisingly slow like it’s was my first try at typing. The time it took to load made my heart to throb. And then, I finally the moment arrived when I clicked on "Adopt A Child".

Five years later.....

"Tie your seat belt, Khush"Mom, Chaya said I wrote it wrong but I didn't. See"

"What Khushi?"

"My homework diary, Mom"

"What? Gimme then"

I felt like thousands of crackers were bursting in the sky. I felt a missing contentment to finally accomplish me as I read the details filled by my daughter on the first page,

Mother's Name: Ms.Megha Sharma

Father's Name: Ms.Megha Sharma

I pulled my daughter into a tight hug, "It’s correct, Khushi".

I wiped away my tears on my sleeve still hugging my daughter."

Edited by:  Mr.K M Idamari

Mistake

She assumed his Hate,
He assumed her Love. 

My Sun

Whenever I recall something, light reaches that memory before me (light travels fast :) ). That is, my every cherishing memory has Sun in it.

Sun, when i utter this word a wave of energy and optimism rises in me. As a kid while going school in a bus, my friend sitting beside me always tried to have a conversation with me and i truly appreciated her efforts by indulging myself with her but my this effort couldn't last. Because I was busy observing the Sun running with our bus; I was already having a conversation with the sun that I used to forget what she's saying to me. When I started riding my "Scooty" ,I used to love empty roads because then, nothing was there to distract me from contemplating with Sun. Because of Sun, I have always preferred to walk alone on a silent road to enjoy its company. So, I was named "Lost" and i never disliked this name,actually I liked it. A day without Sun appears to me like "Yeah! Today is No-day". I love Sun peeking through my windowpane. With the sun as reason, I crinkled, seeing it would be raining today, as it means my sun is going to be over laced by it.  

So, what i wanna say is that I have always loved the light hence the mighty Sun. And here is my words wrapped in rhymes dedicated to it for always being on my side,

I woke up this morning to braze his blessing
But got a hallow window with its light missing
That I felt a sudden weakness in my eyes tickling

And what I knew was that he was no where

Not on the window canvas not on the cloudy hair

I wanted to cuddle back in my quilt
But there he came escorted by his shining silt

And I realized he was here in a mood called "hide and seek"

I, like his candid child, surrendered to this trick
By pretending to be unknown at that tick
While he continued to veil behind cloud then seek from his sky's slit
I ignored his meticulous rays falling on my shoulder and behaved too emaciate
Like my source of energy was sinking that he used to create

As expected he couldn't resist to my fragility
and finally conquered his curtains to come towards me

My sun, dark inside still bright outside, 

looked into my eyes but his shine so immense 

that lowered my eyes and we couldn't exchange a glance

So, he tenderly extended his arms to embrace

But soon he realised that would burn me thus moved away with a pale face

To cheer him up i smiled with lowered lashes

And seeing my smile his sadness turned like trashes

He understood  to always gaze me from a distance
Giving his warmth love at every instance
He understood his closeness would burn my feathers
And our love is of distances i.e. Far still together

I understood not to long for his touch
As our love was beyond things such
I understood he cannot be infront of my eyes
But lies within the lid of my eyes
held there too stout with a mighty tie.