Clinging to the clouds...

Dawn lingers…

And brings a thin sheet

Of cold rain –

Streaming down the panes,

Washing away the grime.

Droplets cling to my hair;

I cling to memories –

Of faraway, and grey clouds.

The little patch of brown

Blushes a shade darker,

The grains come closer

In loving embrace;

I cling to memories –

Of dissolving, and grey dawn.

He's all of six...

My boy, he's scared of shadows,
But you must see his sunny smile,
He lights up any place he goes,
You can feel his warmth from half a mile.

My boy, he loves to play all day,
And he needs no friends or pet;
Children are supposed to be that way
In their pristine rainbow worlds, you bet!

My boy, he's truly the most awesome,
Perched in the center, the big bright sun,
Believing I am god, friend and his mum,
All happily rolled together into one.

My boy, he's our bundle of eternal sunshine,
And we're here, plunged in a dark abyss;
If only we had the words, all dressed up fine
To express how much his warmth we miss.

It's cold here this summer, icy and lone;
I see his hands stretch out to me
In his small dreams, though he has grown,
He's all of six, you see...

It's been a year since...

We left Kolkata

We came to Gurgaon

We began a new chapter

Building block by block

Caring for each moment

Of togetherness

Life has been uphill

Teaching hard lessons

Tenderly…

R, S and I set out on a journey last year. We didn’t know where we were headed; we just wanted to explore. It was a life fraught with difficulties, but we survived to tell this story.

S and I hit several wrong notes before discovering the right one – ours. If ever in retrospect, I would single out this year as the toughest in our relationship. But this was also the year that reaffirmed our faith in the institution of marriage. This was the year when I learnt what he meant to me. This was the year when we learnt to put aside all differences and stay on the road, even if it was rocky.

R and I were on a finding spree. We found friends, we found companions, we found time, we found love, we found belonging, we found each other. He wiped my tears, he calmed me, he mothered me. If there’s one lesson motherhood teaches you, it has to be patience. Yes, all that they say about bliss and fulfilment, yes, yes, all of it is very true. Nothing and nobody could ever consume me the way R can, and gladly so.

A year is a long time… for three people to build a home, for three souls to make a charmed circle… yet we are still at it, making this dream more real each day!

A year is a short while… for a journey without a destination… but this surely looks like a fun stretch!