I am chatting with my mom‚Ķto be precise we are bitching about bitches in our family ūüėČ

I am thinking about writing the rift between mom and me…but coordination between mind and hand is missing…lately there are times when my mind is bursting with thoughts…I want to share and write…but words have abandoned me…look what I am writing/typing…I am just babbling…

When I started this blog words were flowing‚Ķnow things aren‚Äôt the same anymore‚Ķmaybe I am too occupied with my job‚Ķthough I have become a better writer‚Ķat least that‚Äôs the way I feel in my head‚Ķam I the only one???…or you guys…have been through this phase as well???…if your answer is yes‚Ķfeel free to share some tips ūüôā if no‚Ķthen press the like button ūüėõ and have a great day ahead‚Ķ

Love ‚̧ AARYA


Scars On My Soul…

Breaking News‚ĶPunjab High Court has given the death penalty to a juvenile including two adults in a Brutal Gang Rape Case‚Ķand today Supreme Court overruled the appeal of accused‚ĶDeath Penalty for the Juvenile too‚ĶAll three would be hanged‚ĶI switched off the TV as I was no more interested in drama and senseless vulgar graphics created by media houses‚Ķit was a chaos throughout India…I was standing near the window when I heard a soft clicking sound and the door was opened‚Ķ Dr. Kamra walked in with a bouquet of white lilies‚Ķshe smiled and gave me a warm hug and put lilies in the vase on the corner stool‚Ķshe asked, “How are you Ami?”

I shrugged and said “As usual”

She asked once again “Aren’t you happy about the outcome? Did you watch the news? Supreme Court has overruled the appeal of accused”

“Before you walked in I was watching the circus”

She looked quizzical so I continued “look what these media houses have done, they mocked my pain”

We were silent for quite a long time‚Ķpast six months journey brought us close‚Ķour relation couldn’t be defined as a doctor-patient‚Ķthe bond we shared was different and no word in the dictionary can define it‚Ķ I have seen tears in her eyes when I was struggling for life‚ĶI have seen her sitting in my room for hours at a stretch‚ĶI have seen her fighting for me with rest of the hospital staff and government‚Ķshe made sure no media lunatic should be allowed in the corridors of the hospital‚Ķinformation regarding Punjab Gang Rape Victim which is me was strictly confidentially‚Ķ

Dr. Kamra stood beside me and said “Ami I know what you are going through, these media people do mock lives of normal people at times, by asking the ridiculous questions and making those horrifying graphic videos but in your case I feel media played a strong role. For the first time in Indian History, a juvenile would be hanged for his heinous crime along with two adults. No rape accused has ever been hanged within six months of the crime. It’s a great deal, I know many rape victims who are waiting since 20 years for the outcome‚ĶAren’t you happy?”

“I don’t know” I took a long pause “he gave me so many scars which will take another year to heal”

She squeezed my hand and said “I know dear, but you did great child. In 30 years of my life as a doctor, I have never seen a rape patient heal so fast. Your will power to fight is commendable Ami and rest of the scars will heal within a year or two” she said

I looked at the reflection of a 24-year-old girl in the window‚ĶI couldn’t believe what I was and what I became in few months‚ĶI looked at Dr. Kamra’s reflection and asked softly “But what about the scars he left on my soul?”

Love ‚̧ AARYA ¬†

Why Did I Get Married???

Few days‚Äô back one reader left a comment ‚ÄėWhy did I get married???‚Äô‚Ķstrange thing nobody ever asked and I never answered‚Ķbut reader gave me a reason to write‚Ķ

Well I didn‚Äôt got married because I was in love‚Ķthat‚Äôs a usual response but I am not a usual girl‚ĶI got married because‚Ķhe is the first thing I want to see in the morning till my last breath‚ĶI want him in every second of my life‚Ķwhile writing this I want him to sit next to me‚ĶI love to groove on his tunes‚Ķhe makes night dreams bearable‚ĶI want him to be there in ups & downs of life‚ĶI want him to hold me when I tumbledown‚ĶI want him to be around when I achieve something‚ĶI want him to be part of my happiness‚ĶI want him to be the reason for my happiness‚Ķand guess what‚Ķhe is‚Ķyes he makes me smile in the worst times…he brings sparks to dull routine‚Ķpeople say for how long???…true for how long‚Ķwell until we become the same old boring couple‚Ķwe will make every day every moment count‚Ķhe is worth dying for‚ĶI want him because he makes the life worth living for‚Ķif you call this love‚Ķwell I am deeply and madly in love with me‚ĶI am head over heels‚Ķ

Love ‚̧ AARYA

PS…my husband’s response after reading this post ‘You wrote this for me???’ …husbands I tell you…emoticon-raising-eyebrow

Grandparents…our greatest blessings

This week’s WOW Prompt is actually WOW…we have to write about our Grand Parents…

Hmm‚Ķwhere shall I start from???…lemme think lemme think‚Ķalrighty I will start with my Nana Nani (maternal grandparents) ‚Ķmy Nani (grandmother) can be the coolest Nani in India‚Ķno I am not exaggerating‚Ķgrandparents can be cool in India too :)‚Ķshe will hang out with us in malls, she will accompany us for shopping even at weird places‚Ķshe will hog every food item available in the food court‚Ķyes you heard me right‚Ķmy nani is a big foodie and an amazing cook‚Ķshe is totally fine with Chinese, Italian or Mexican or any other mouth watering cuisine‚Ķbut conditions applied‚Ķit has to be vegetarian ūüėČ ‚Ķmy nani is also a 3 am Maggi Hogger ūüėÄ ‚Ķhow do I know that well few years back something funny happened during my mama‚Äôs (maternal uncle) wedding‚Ķfour hours of dancing in 6 inches high heels later my cousin & I was dead tired and hungry at 3 in the morning‚Ķso we decided to sneak in the kitchen and have a quick bite‚Ķin Bareilly‚Äôs chilly night in the month of December‚ĶMaggi was the best option available‚Ķwe started snooping around for a suitable pan‚Ķsuddenly a voice came from the bedroom next to the kitchen‚Ķfirst we thought we were imagining‚Ķbecause nobody would be walking around so late in night‚Ķbut two minutes later when the voice called us out‚ĶI rushed in the room and saw my nani sitting on the bed and said ‚ÄėAgar maggi bana rahe ho to taniku hamare liye bhi bana lena‚Äô (If you are making maggi count me in) I gave her goofy smile and went straight to the kitchen to add one more packet of maggi in the boiling pot ūüėÄ

And what shall I tell you about my nanaji (grandfather)‚Ķhe is man of virtues‚Ķif you want to define character‚Ķit‚Äôs him‚ĶI remember when my mom disclosed about my love marriage‚Ķhe didn‚Äôt speak to me for two years‚ĶI missed his blessing his love & care‚Ķbut gradually when he realised that Vicky isn‚Äôt all that bad ūüôā my nanaji was back to normal‚Ķlast winter when he had severe angina pain with eighty percent blockage‚ĶI cried alone in the secluded corner of the house‚Ķeveryone thought he will not survive‚Ķas no cardiologist were available in the Bareilly‚Ķhe travelled all the way to Delhi in an ambulance and got his bypass done two days later‚Ķwhen doctor said he is out of danger then I let go of my fear‚ĶI remember how he used to take me to mela and for pani puri and tikki ‚Ķnow I don‚Äôt visit my native place every year the way I used as a child‚Ķbut those memories are still fresh‚ĶI guess I will give away anything to relive those moments ūüôā

Unfortunately I didn‚Äôt get enough chance to stay with my dada dadi (paternal grandparents)…my dadi (granma) passed away when my dad was 9‚Ķand my dadaji (granpa) passed away when I was 13‚Ķbut I do have fade memories when he used to make earthen toys for me‚Ķhe was a very fine earthen toy maker‚Ķit was his hobby‚Ķhe only wore whites‚Ķwhite dhoti, white kurta and white Nehru topi :)‚Ķhe was seventy when he passed away‚Ķhe was healthy as horse then he fell ill and passed away‚Ķhe was a farmer and illiterate still he had an open attitude towards life which we hardly find in the educated ones‚ĶI regret his untimely death‚ĶI wish he would be around to narrate more stories about his youth and childhood‚Ķ

I miss bed time stories…those kulfis & jalebies…I feel a person is blessed if they have grandparents…they are the life savers when parents are behind our backs with a chappal in hand :D…they are there to spoil us, love us unconditionally, to teach us life’s lesson…and how can we forget those huge gift boxes and the money which we get on every single visit… and those blessings which works like a safety net during hard times…

I hate myself for not being able to spend enough time with them‚Ķbut I feel blessed to have them in life‚ĶI know many people who never saw their grandparents‚ĶI guess I am lucky too…and weird thing is I never worry or cry for my parents ill health‚Ķbut a rise in their BP make my heart skip a beat‚Ķno words to express my love for them‚Ķwhatever I am wherever I am it‚Äôs because of them‚Ķ

I guess I will say good bye to you all…as my back is on toss so can’t sit anymore…caio…

The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along well is that they have common enemy ‚Äď Sam Levenson

Love ‚̧ AARYA

PS… This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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