The Queen

The Queen rose from the ashes of her throne , walked past the giant pillars standing upright .She crossed the beautiful royal gardens that bear the new spring in their heart.The flower trodden underfoot cried in ecstasy "How soft is her feet!". The Queen turned back and saw the debris of the dazzling palace she lived in.She wished to go back in search of her lost soul in the remains.She thought it will be somewhere there. But she had crossed the palace gates of which she was not aware .
The Queen felt fire being poured over her ,she looked at the sun standing still in the crowded street....The sun had already hidden behind a dark cloud but The Queen saw it glowing...her lips curved in a smile for a moment ,then faded.People stared at her , why does the queen wander in the streets!They came with intrigue but she saw no one. She left them behind and went on.
The queen walked northwards.Her trailing black rob hooked on a thorn.A passerby exclaimed " Your white gown is beautiful".
The Queen stopped at the river bank and sat by the small rock , careful not to wet her feet.She closed her eyes...tears rolled down one after the other and died in her lips.The Queen sobbed untill her eyes drained the last drop of tear and she couldn't breath more. She saw the river flooding...she thought it was because of her tear and the river did not tell her the truth.She leaned forward and saw her image in the river.The wrinkled skin and dried lips reminded her the drought of her life.The girls who came to fetch water whispered among themselves "Look at that woman ,she is gorgeous" .
"Oh , The Queen startled when the horse hooves came closer , she stood up . It was the King .She cried "Oh, my beloved" , but the cry died in her throat, the horse did not stop .The King did not turn his face to see her.The Queen knew he was in search of her but he will never find. She stared at the river again , at her blemished face till it was dark.Then she melted into the darkness.

Image courtesy :marykunzgoldman

Sail them....

Making paper boats. ....folds after folds mom finished it to my ecstasy and allowed me to redo it through the folds.Newspapers reborn as boats.
We sent the boats to save ants in rain......many boarded successfully ..... most of them were smashed between our fingers......lucky ones put in to relief camps made of match boxes near the wall.....It was a class mate who suggested 'the pages from dictionary make better boats than newspaper' .Running in rain to save a sinking boat ....

The monsoon hit Kerala one month back and I'm stuck here in a desert (Errr..... not actually , the mercury rises a bit high sometimes and the rain seldom shows up, thats it )nearby....... but now all set to make new boats (news paper or dictionary ? confused) and sail them this weekend.

image courtesy:mcvegalt

Once again

This is not like something kept in the dark corner of a shelf and forgot with time.Its rather like a favorite new dress kept for a special occasion.You don't consider any occasion special enough to wear that and wait for that day to come.You take that dress out of the wardrobe everyday and try it on in front of the mirror , adjust your hair locks so that it hides the small scar in the lower cheek and admire yourself for hours on end.One day when you realize every day is special if you look at it that way , you are definitely gonna wear that lovely purple outfit of yours to market the very next day.I'm talking about this blog.
One day suddenly I felt my ideas to a coming post may sound silly to others(as if I got my wisdom updated overnight).I gave up that and waited for another to come up.Same happened with that and this repeated.I waited for a great idea to spring up in my dream .Still I kept visiting the blog on a daily basis .Read and admired a favorite post for a hundredth time , changed the play list in the music player once in a while , thought of changing the template to a brighter one and decided to stick to the present one after a while , examined the feedjit tracker but never bothered to type something down.Now I realize that I should not wait anymore.
Friends, I regularly read your posts but failed to post my comments .It was a comparatively free time of life which some one 'd wait to get for pleasant activities .But they say , doing nothing on a much awaited vacation is just humane .So I started filling this post with letters only once that period is over( just to keep that universal truth intact or to prove that I too belong to human class! ) .I'm happy that many of you reminded me that the blog is dying and some of you were nice enough to ask ' ya alright?'.After all thats what friends are for( Does this line sound like a Warwick song , yes there is one).
Will be back with some post soon.

Its time to wake up.

Amina tried to hide her tears but her voice came out wet .Everyone in the house knew she was crying.But they can't allow her to stay in the house for some more days .Her aunts have been calling home from the morning gathering bits of information from their network of siblings.They all had the same question to ask ,"What happened? Ami had to leave yesterday ,right? ". These days they know there is something wrong , so answering such questions with a "Nothing , Don't feel like sending my daughter back .After all this is her house." does not help. They should send her back to her in-laws at any cost to keep the nosy relatives away.

Amina thought of the days at her in-laws place.When they realized that the bride's family has failed to present the promised dowry they sent her back home.But she was well aware of the debts her father already had and she kept quiet .She praised her in-laws care for her and returned back after a week promising her mother -in-law that the remaining amount will be sent soon.She didn't know how but she lied so confidently.Next time her in-laws dint bother to send the message with the girl , they went their own and informed their stand.It was a few thousands but her family couldn't even give a five hundred rupee in that situation.

She packed things in a black bag wiping tears with her sleeves.She put the thin golden bangle that barely has a circular shape into a small jewel box.Ami's step mother had removed it from her hands and given to her in the morning .She said,"this is the last thing remaining with me .I don't need a bangle over your life". Amina hugged her tightly and thought' she is not my mother'.The one whom her father married one week after her mother's death.She still remember the bargains that happened during her father's second marriage."I have spent a lot on my first wife's treatment , my only expectation is the dowry they offer .I need such proposals only" her father was shouting at the marriage broker. He was successful in arranging such a wedding.The only ceremony being the promise between her father and his father-in-law in the traditional way.But her father was keen in making sure that the dowry is intact as currency notes and golden ornaments ."This is more than the present day market rate. Remember you got this only because she is a divorcee ", her father gave a dry smile at someone's comment.
The girl who was just five years elder than Amina became her step mom .She and her younger sister didn't even look at her face for a month.But being rude to the children or such things that step mom's from TV soaps do were not in her power.Soon she became close to the girls ,she could never replace their mother but the least she became a friend.She had to watch all the fortunes she brought with her draining out of her husband's hand.

........... this events continued till they sold their house and payed the whole dowry.

Do you think this story of two women sucks? or this is such an unplanned one? .It is because reality sucks in many cases and life is totally unplanned.This is a true story I have witnessed.Amina had given up her graduation since the groom's family wanted her to be in their kitchen.This happened in the state of Kerala which boast of cent percent literacy and awareness and I bet this is not a rare case at least in certain communities and regions. In spite of having enough laws to prevent such things this is not receding.How can people name selling their daughters paying off money 'a prestige issue'? .Or what are the other drives , that I'm unable to understand, to pay off such huge amounts as dowry ? Does anybody think a girl can be happy with someone who bargained with her family to accept her as his partner?
This post is my entry to IndusLadies International Women's Day Blog Contest.Thank you Pinash



Tagging my friends
Ashikshitha
Kavita
Sujata

(Friends I know its too late to tag but you are some women I wish to hear from).
for tagging me.

Sleep baby sleep .

" .... and the fox ran away .", father puts a full stop to the story he made out of nothing .But the kid pulls his hand and demands him to tell what happened to the wise rabbit who taught the fox a lesson. "The rabbit went to his burrow" .Kid raises her head from bed and asks "if the fox returns....if there is another fox " , "No baby , the rabbit reached home safe.Now you sleep" father pats her back and the kid sleeps with her l'il right leg resting on father .
Next day she demands a song .Father sings the only few lines he ever know , night after night whenever the kid wishes.Father sings a lullaby that was written for a young prince.He explains the sights Bhima saw on his way to fetch Sougandhikam and another poem that the kid 'd learn in school after 5 years.Every time dad explains the meaning of each line and some times the kid helps him to complete a story. Kid never thought her father has a terrible sense of music.
Mother has a huge repository of stories but she rarely manages to finish her chores by kid's bedtime.Kid likes to hear the stories that the great grand mother once told to mother. "Bhishma was their grand father ..." , the kid imagined her grand father in a war field which is almost as big as their back yard .She wondered if Bhishma had taken his grand children to the rice fields to show the white cranes as her grand father does.She likes to rest her head on mother's hand and fell asleep.
She dreamed of uncle moon who had followed her all the way that evening in the sky .She had hidden herself inside the house to see if moon follows , to her wonder moon was looking for her right outside the window in the sky .She stopped peeping and shouted loudly ,"I'm here ."

Years went on , she read stories herself , told that to younger cousins and forgot many . But still father and mother stay awake to call the girl at bedtime and make sure their kid is all set to go to bed. Moon is no longer her uncle. The time machine never runs in reverse.

Pic courtesy :storytime