My Life...My Bhaiya...

My hand couldn’t reach the top of the fridge. I was forbidden to touch the pickle. The wooden stool squeaked as my toes wobbled under my weight. Silence prevailed all around and I seemed like a thief trying to steal on a summer’s day. My hands were long for a toddler but that didn’t suffice. After a number of unsuccessful attempts I wondered while descending “If only I could be lifted.”

The summer progressed calmly. There was no soul to play with me. As I sat isolated all day and night I was told to read. I read a story which taught me look beyond the limits of a blood to blood relation. Many fairy tales revealed the hidden facts of life. Legends carved out a way which led towards accomplishing ambitions. The details of more intellectual chronicles took away my childhood’s innocence. And I realized that life lacked what most of my other friends possessed…An elder ‘bro’…Life moved on and taught me to face challenges, handle responsibilities and transform good into better. The undulations in life expected someone to hold me before I would trip. My heart wanted to reveal its intricacies to that special person who sees to it that nothing harms you. It is that special person for a girl who revives her life with happiness when she is subjected to wounds that can never heal. The longing of an elder brother transformed into a page in my book of unfulfilled aspirations,

Today when things have changed for the good, when I have found someone who knows me in and out, who sings the most blissful song that life plays, I find myself in the lap of eternity. This is a result of the overwhelming love that I’ve received from a purged soul….my Bhaiya’s soul…

Friendship is the basis of every relation. I’ve lived it after having bonded with you. You know every aspect of my life. Your presence makes my world bloom with the diverse colours of happiness. You are my life and it’s a treat to have the pleasure of sharing my life with you. Bhaiya, thank you would be a very small world to express my gratitude after having been blessed by a ‘bro’ like you.

Bhaiya, I promise that I will be there, forever in life for you. Even when the world and you are at two extremes, you will find me there right next to you, holding your hand. If life betrays the trust that you hold for that special person, you can cry your heart out on my shoulders and find solace in my arms. You can rest in my lap, you will find all the love and strength that’s required to recede things onto the right track. If I’m not around just close your eyes for a while and the essence that we share will transfer a warm hug to you. When pain and sorrow confront you, do not be hesitant to speak, I’ll listen patiently and trust me you will feel better. I will be there bhaiya, always…

Bhaiya, you comprise he tune to which I dance. Life could have never found its way had you not been there so help me find the beacon of light amidst the darkness. I couldn’t have a brother better than you. You mean the world to me. I’ll be there in every walk of your life, but I need you to help me steal the pickle jar, deal?.......I love you Bhaiya…

Just for you bhaiya.....with lots of love.....Akansha.....

My Mentor

I ran into the jostling crowd that was heading towards the RCC Sports Ground. The Annual Sports Meet 1997 was about to kickoff in a while. I surged through humungous figures before I reached the main gate. My eyes scanned through the world around. My ears could hear nothing but for the honking of horns. I stood there like a statue bearing the weight of my four-foot tall body, searching for my Dad. In the next five minutes the watchman was taking me back as I tried my level best to escape from the clutches of his arms.

It was already 10:45 a.m. and I couldn’t find my Dad anywhere in the crowd. My heart sunk to realize that my Dad had not made it to the Annual Sports Meet. I stood on the field. The four competitors looked around and found their parents and siblings cheering. The placards were held up high, instilling the confidence and passion in them to win the race. A second before the race was to begin, silence made its way into the stadium. I listened to my heart and searched in the crowd, for one last time. I was convinced to lose.

In the speck of a second, I heard a known voice but the bullet had been fired by then and everyone ran in passion. I ran ahead. I had covered ten meters when I found Dad’s outline at the fence of the stadium, next to the points table. Smile, happiness and bliss filled my heart, all at once. My soul jumped high and my feet helped me move ahead, chasing my challengers. Dad was cheering all the way but at a certain stage I confronted a hurdle and my chin touched the solid earth. Dad’s voice seemed to soar above any other soul’s voice and it did help me rise. I stood up, and darted, this time with the passion to let my Dad raise his head high. In the following five seconds, my pace seemed to be slowing down as my confidence was subsiding. A quarter of the journey was yet to be covered. Amidst all the hopelessness I heard my Dad cry, “Go! You can do it!” it magnified the luminosity and passion of the fire, which had then begun to burn with all its vigor.

The final fifteen meters were the most difficult ones to cover. The windpipe had lost its moistness and everything seemed to take a backseat. “The final go, come on, you can do it!”, these words pushed me head to head with the Sapphire House racer. Destination was close. The last five meters…”Go! Go for it!”….these words accelerated my pace to double the initial speed and I heard a “Yeaaah” as the stiff ribbon touched my torso and fell down. I ran into my Dad’s arms, ten meters ahead and all he said was, “Sorry for being late.”

That was one of the most influential moments, which I live till date. I recall its spirit, even today, to face any race in life. The victory of 1997 was not more important than my Dad’s presence and motivation. It taught me a lesson to put in all the required effort, in any sphere of life where there arises a situation to prove yourself without fretting over victory: The products depend on the reactants used. Your actions have helped me witness and tackle the various facets of rugged undulations in life. The knowledge that I have lived through your life will certainly help me get people know you through my identity as well. I have had the privilege to learn Life’s intricacies from a soul as pure and tolerant as yours. Believe me Dad I will make sure it is inherited in the making of better souls. You mean the world to me. Having been blessed by a mentor in a friend’s disguise is an achievement in itself. Life without you would have just been a road to death.

Love you Daddy…..Akansha….

An Inextinguishable Hope…

Maa, you held me tight,
As I breathed.
The intense glair couldn't come near,
‘coz you stood in between.
Your touch took me to Paradise.
I returned in a bit, crawling.
Truth had revealed its stern face.

I didn’t find you around,
The search seemed to never end.
No one paid heed to my endless cry,
Eyes longed to witness your soul,
I wanted to sleep in your lap.
The rain seemed to have dissolved you.

I await your return,
The wound refuses to heal.
Tears roll down, hopelessly.
My mind seems to escape from time,
Which tries to examine my strength.
And the heart still hopes the dungeon to shine.

I prefer to reside in your heart,
To ascending the stairs of heaven.
I’ll await you, always,
As I walk along this unexplored road.
Maa, can you hear me?

. . Lots of Love . .

The Muisic Of My Existance

The birth of a soul signals the commencement of happiness which binds the atmosphere in a special tune. The flow of this emotion sets fluidity in the progression of events that overwhelm life. Time takes a while before it reveals the colours which are to be dealt with in this journey from birth to death. Successfully adding a variety of strokes to the palate of life’s path is the difference between a balanced and an imbalanced life.

Breathing the air coming from the sea’s surface was the first thing I did. Today, as I retrace my steps, I realize that I have embodied all the types of air in my lungs. It is strange to realize that this is not the source of my survival. As I sit down to search for the answer, I comprehend that the envelope of gases are a mere support to my existence. The fact which hid itself in the immature facet of my soul has finally come out of hiding. Apart from the scientific laws that govern man’s subsistence, it is also the mental stability and peace that are of key importance. Today, I have learnt that it is the happiness spread through ones actions are all that matter. As a matter of fact, a person is an alive corpse if this element is missing in his life. It is a sour truth and cannot be ignored by any means. The positive vibrations brought virtue steps into the picture constitute into the making of a blissful life. One may ward it off, but when we humans try to live life without this form of eternal happiness, life is not lived at that instance, time has to passed. As a result, the goal of life disappears and one does nothing but await death.

The movement of life when love, affection, concern and bliss are filled in, makes one dance to the music that time plays. Life seems to cross all barriers for the good of everyone and takes an individual to the most patiently awaited destination.

My life has witnessed many seasons. The autumn that came in after the shower of love, taught me a lesson which has got buried in my bones. However, the realization came in much later. Time preached me the song of friendship, which encircles the world. Every relation has its concrete base strengthened with friendship. It sings a unique song which carries life into an ocean to make itself heard in every corner and depth of the space around.

An oversight left me stranded on a deserted road in the past. However, the mistake, which distorted my world once upon a time, will never find its place in my present or future ‘coz friendship’s song will never allow my heart to recollect it ever again. The Music helped me find my way amidst the darkness. I walked into a magical world of happiness where spreading love was the only goal of the residents. This music shall never subside.It’ll continue to engross human life with the aspiration of composing a better song. Striving towards perfection is what human life is all about. To reach the tune of that perfect song in the depth of an eternal soul’s heart is the final destination of life.