This is the place…

She flung open the doors. The strange pungent smell shook her very soul. 

Through the cobwebs she could see her initials scribbled on the dust laden wall.

A ray of hope tried peeking through the tainted, broken, yet alive, window glass.

She could still smell the dried“Rajnigandha” garland adorning the picture of her beloved parents.

“This is it.. This is the place Maya. This is home.” She said.

The child who held her hand tightly, sighed in relief, at the ruins of their new abode..

Finally, they had left behind a harrowing past in hope of a vivid future.

Year 2563

Year 2563

Meera has just given birth. She could feel the happiness, despite of the gruelling pain..She held her son in her hand- a feeling that only a mother can define.

She looked at him, those pink cheeks, those bright eyes. 

They added a divine sparkle to her wrinkled eyes..

She smiled with a heaviness in her heart…she knew that these wonderful moments will soon pass.

And yes…it did..

She stumbled to hold the hands of her son as he took his first steps. She was about to fall, when her son walked up to her to hold her hand.

He didn’t like carrots..but carrots were good for health. 

“Eat it. It won’t harm you.” She said.

Her son laughed, as she mumbled…

It was his first day at school..She looked at his tearful eyes. He wiped her tears, as she let go his hands for the first time.

The wait was too much to bear. As she stood outside the school gate in the sun.

The heat didn’t melt her that day…but that hug did, when she saw him after the longest one hour of her life…She closed her eyes, embracing that moment. As he sat beside her, with his head on her lap.

She ran her fingers through his hair. The temperature has not gone down. The beads of worries were trickling down her forehead, while her weary eyes needed some rest. But she stayed awake to let her little one sleep. 

He was growing too fast. She didn’t want to fast forward those precious moments. But time was less. She wanted to relieve everything for the one last time. 

Her son held her tight, unplugging the wires that connected her head to the screen. The screen went black. But it could regain all it’s color and vibrancy, whenever she wanted. Her son had finally invented something that helped her relive those beautiful moments of motherhood..

There was a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. She became a mother, once again at the age of 69.

She cried, she laughed, as she had just witnessed her beautiful past. And this was all she had asked.

It is said, that the brain records, every single moment of our lives. It’s the biggest data bank. But its also, the most under-utilised. 

P.S. Well…this is a fiction. But, I so much want this to be true..I wish there was a time machine or something that could help me relive those precious moments of motherhood…where I could keep touching those chubby cheeks, keep hearing those beautiful mumbled words…feel those little fingers wrapped around mine…that unconditional love…that caressing hug…wouldn’t it be just divine??

I know..these moments are gone..they will never come back..I know, with time, I will forget 90% of this. Videos and photographs aren’t suffice. 

Consider me crazy…but still I would love to relive most of it, all over again..



I have seen the Eiffel..

I have seen the Taj..

I have seen the Great Wall..

You have shown me all..

I loved that gondola ride you took me to..

That sand on the beach…that snow in the alps..

That peace in the mountains..that chaos in people’s heart….

I have seen it all…

You became my eyes…I traveled the world with you…

and now,  that you are no more….I finally realised that I’m blind…

How a simple wall can make your house clutter free??

I have been thinking about this for a long time now. Wanted to share this with all my readers. And what better platform than sharing it on my blog..

As a child..I remember that there were few hawkers..the “ferrywala” who used to carry loads of utensils. You could buy utensils in exchange of old clothes. And believe me, it was quiet a bargain.

You got rid of the old clothes and in exchange became the owner of a brand new utensil. Not bad.

May be, it’s still continuing in some parts of India.. But I have not seen these ferriwalas for a long long time. May be their modus operandi has changed.

But anyways, let me not drift from the topic. So, my question to all my readers is, what do you do with your old clothes or shoes or anything old??

Well for me, it’s a huge headache. I donate a few to my maid or other helpers around. But still there are many more. And I have a toddler who seem to outgrow his clothes and shoes pretty frequently. And I really don’t know what to do with them??

You can say, there are orphanages, old age homes, NGO’s etc.. but let’s be frank..How many of us has been to any of the above? And if at all we do, then how frequently?? And what about the genuineness of proper usage of our donations? 

Believe me, only a handful of us can actually spare time for visiting these institutions. We keep on procrastinating these visits, thus increasing the junk at our homes. So a clutter free home seems like a distant dream..

But going to the homes and orphanages are not the only place where you can donate. Look around you, there are thousands of people who are in dire need of clothes, shoes and other things. 

The solution to this is a wall.. Yes, just a wall..with few hangers. 

I saw one such walls in Ghaziabad. That wall never failed to amaze me.. Everytime I passed that wall, I could see clothes hanging on it, with a note, that if you want it, you can take. No one to check what you are taking, no one to spy on you, no one to tell you or embarrass you.

This idea just clicked. Why can’t we have more such walls?? We are a vast nation with a vast population and there are millions of walls which can be put to use. But kindly don’t restrict yourself to the wall..a bin or a common room, can also do wonders in reducing the unwanted clutter from your homes. 

Just hang in your clothes. Don’t wait to see who comes to collect it. Let the needy take what they want. And let them have it with pride. 

Yes, the problem of misuse and hoarding still exists.. but this time it won’t be will be someone who really needs it. And believe me, your old things will be put to a better use. And they will make the best of what you call as waste. 

Do it in your society, do it in our neighbourhood, do it on a wall nearby you. Believe me…all you will get at the end of the day will be lots of blessings and a great amount of satisfaction. It may be clothes, utensils, old books, household items. You can lay in an exhibition for the maids if your society. Let them pick and choose. Let there be a limit of what a single person can take.

When you start with it…I can assure you there will be hoarding from their end. If not all, but most of them. That’s human nature. You can’t defy that, that easily. You tend hoard things which you think is scarce, unavailable or precious.. but once they are made readily available.. hoarding will automatically stop..After a while, when they come to know that they will be getting things on regular intervals, hoarding will stop..and now they might just take stuffs and donate it to their neighbors..the more the merrier. And you know what…you just created a chain..a chain of helping hands. 

And do involve your kids in these.. In this digital world, we seem to be loosing  that human touch day by day..let them feel a sense of belongingness, a touch of humanity..

P.S The things that you think is outdated,  is the latest fashion for them, the things that you think is useless can become their most useful thing, the things that you think is unwanted can become their most priced possession, the things that has lost their charm for you, can become their charm..

Let’s make our home clutter free…

Until he returns…

She dared not to open her eyes or remove her fingers from her ears. After a while, she didn’t seem perturbed at the noises around her. 

Once again the room went completely dark and was filled with eerie silence, which was broken intermittently by the sound of her own heart.

Lodged under the bed, tears rolled down the cheeks of the seven year old Naina.

After a while, she came out of her hideout. The brutal drunkard had left the house leaving behind her bruised mother…

Now they can be in peace…until he returns…

We murdered her….

“My mother died of cancer when I was sixteen. We did everything to save her, but cancer killed her.

A few years back I lost my father. Heart attack!!! He was under strict medication. But the heart chose not to beat.

A month ago, I lost my best friend. Mother of two beautiful kids.


My chirpy bubbly friend, the heart of every party, suddenly chose to withdraw herself from all of us.

Alas!!!!  It went unnoticed.

We murdered her.

Depression is also a disease. Can we start considering it as one??”

She left the stage and the audience speechless…..

Dark nights…

“I want to paint the sky, someday.”

“But the sky is so high….”

“I will make a big ladder and paint it white…So that there’s no night.”


“Then I would have you by my side…I hate the uncles visiting you, in the night. 

“I too, hate the dark nights of our lives..”

Those whispers…🤫🤫🤫

“I think you need me. I mean I can help you.”

“No thanks.” Was Samira’s insipid reply.

“Let me know if you need any help.”

“Sure..will do so.”

And it was not only Rajiv, who was offering help to her.

In fact, the entire office was.

In an ideal situation, she would have admired the support her colleagues rendered. But, not under the current circumstance. 

She was using the washroom, when three of her lady colleagues entered. Unaware of her presence, they started their discussion.

“It’s sad what happened with Samira. She is such a nice girl.”

“ will she live now..she looks so sad.”

“Life is going to be tough for her.”

“A single mother, in this ravenous world. Don’t know how she is dealing with it.”

“Hmm…hope she finds a man to support her soon…It’s so tough for women to survive without a man in her life.”

“And she has a child to look after.”

The ladies left leaving as Samira tried controlling her seething heart.

But she had a job to do.. So instead of ranting, she chose to get back to her cubicle.

It has been almost a month since her divorce. And still people did not stop discussing her. She was tired of hearing all the whispers. 

And somehow most of the whispers managed to reach her ears. Or may be it was said in a manner to make it reach her ears.

Office was from 9-6..but she could hear whispers and hushed talks even in the neighbourhood.

Sadly she wasn’t a lone victim who was chased by those whispers..her 7year old daughter too faced the same.

He was not an abuser. But there was no love between the two. And when love is not is soon replaced by mutual differences. And this difference was the result of those fights. 

Navin soon found the girl of his dreams. And when Samira found out about it.. they opted for a mutual divorce.

But, how could our society understand that?

The whispers continued…It never left her..

One day, she couldn’t bear the whispers anymore.

So, she called her near and dear ones of her neighbourhood and her colleagues to a party.

A party from a divorcee…definitely attracts a huge attention.

Everyone came..

Food was good. They all were having a gala time..When Samira intervened.

“Do you know why I hosted this party??”

“No…it’s ur birthday??”

“’s my anniversary.”

“ are divorced.”

“Yes..I’m celebrating one year of my divorce anniversary.”

There was pin drop silence. The crowd gawked at her….as she continued.

“When Navin & I married, we both were madly in love. Maisha is the proof of our love. We both love her more than anything, even today. But with time, both me &Navin, fell out of love.’s a fact that you can fall out of love too. We started having our differences, which started interfering the life of our beloved daughter. So we opted for mutual divorce.”

Silence still prevailed in the room.

“And for those of you, who pity me for being a single mom. Please don’t. I don’t want any sympathy or pity from anyone of you. I am happy after the divorce. I have a decent job with a decent salary, a house that I own, a lovable daughter. Believe me guys, I have never been more happy than now..I’m happy being a single mom.”

Few nodded..few still trying to figure out what they have just heard.

“I don’t need a man to define me. I don’t need a man to complete me. I am a complete person even without a man. I’m a self dependent. Fortunately, I was born and brought up like one. I don’t understand the cliches attached with marriage. Why would you stay in a marriage even when you are unhappy? Can anyone tell me the areas/situations where I will feel helpless without a man?? Can you?”

No one answered. But few started understanding her.

“I can do every damn thing a man does. And if someday I find love, like Navin did, I will accept it. But till then, it would be an earnest request from all of you to stop those whispers. Not because they hurt me..they don’t, because I’m happy with the choice I made. 

But because, I feel that all of you think that a single woman/mom is weak. Let me tell you..they are not. Even if I didn’t have a job, I would have somehow managed to provide for my daughter. I wanted happiness. And divorce brought back my happiness. Please stop those whispers for once and all.”

The party ended in no time. The guests left hurriedly. Some with compassion, some with strength and some with criticism..

The whispers continued…but never reached her ears again.

P.S. We may love the men in our lives. But that doesn’t mean that we are weak without them. We are strong, even if the world makes us believe that we are not.

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