Heart is not always beautiful

Beauty lies in the mind yes,

Can the brain cope with that responsibility,

A big question it is, but no-

Brain might be mechanical but it works,

Heart pumps and purifies every drop of blood,

A man may not always express, but he might love,

Another one holding and showering with love,

Responsibility might not be his key to work;

The heart thus is not always beautiful.

Picture credits : Vector Stock and Color Box

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Uncertainity

On a bright summer evening, your eyes crossed mine,

Your smile so addictive, made me turn up my lips-

How did make my cold heart burn in fire?

Was it your care for me? Or subservient desire.

You knew I am an indifferent, yet you chose to laugh,

May be that was my undoing, the uncertainties melted away.

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Days of Joy

At the family reunion

Early morning, Christmas Day

Vivaan was opening the gift from his father. A person with whom he didn’t have a close relationship, unlike his mother. When he finally got a peek of the front face of the gift, his hands started shaking, slowly he tore open the wrapper. Unable to control his happiness, he slumped down on the nearest sofa, his legs felt like jelly -O.

” Papa how did you know”? he couldn’t complete the sentence, his voice filled with raw emotion. He turned his face to watch his father, a man whose features had almost greyed with age.

His father smiled, making the wrinkles on his face clearly visible, an actor of the yester years, yet he managed to act as cool as his old days ” There’s someone who’s been observing you for the past few months”, he then sneaked a glance towards the kitchen where his daughter -in- law was preparing breakfast for them ” she knows a lot about you, has learnt much more than I could throughout these years”. He paused for a while and then in a heavier voice he said ” take care of her, she needs to know that you love her”.

Late at night, the same day

Vivaan slyly crept away from the party and walked toward the balcony where he could see a lonely silhouette of a woman.

He walked up to her and placed a kiss right on her cheeks.

She let out a squeak and then turned to berate him, but before she could do any of that he placed a hand over her lips ” let me say this, because I will not be able to repeat it. I felt great about the gift that you chose for me and the one that you suggested my father for me. I know it’s difficult to live with a stoic person, but you are doing a great job and I would like you to continue. I promise to be more open to you. I guess, there is a bit of love involved”, he finished looking terribly nervous and confused because this was the only time when his wife was expressionless and speechless at the same time.

He hadn’t noticed when during all his rambling she walked closer to him, and kissed his cheek, she said ” I guess there is love from this side as well.”

Adjustment

Should you be the one?

Weaving your way, twining with mine,

Lading your life with decisions that are mine;

Adjusting it all because yours are or not –

Looped and twisted fate with mine,

Should I never twine my thoughts with yours?

Alone, how long will you pull the thread?

The beginning might be yours, but let me pull the end.

Expressing yourself- snippets

In a shopping mall:-

” Vihaan don’t you think we should buy this, I bet it will look awesome in your study table”, Asha was trying to direct her husband’s attention towards a customized table lamp.

Vihaan chanced a glance at the lamp and replied “hmm”.

Asha took it as a signal to buy the lamp.

Later in their home :-

Vihaan was unpacking the gifts and necessities that had bought for Christmas when he saw the table lamp, he summoned his wife immediately.

” Asha, where are you”?

” coming” She arrived within a few minutes “Yes”?

” Why did you have to buy this”? He asked her showing the lamp.

She stood there for second trying to understand the situation. This man had agreed to her ” you acceded to my decision”.

” I didn’t actually, it was just a hmm”.

Asha looked baffled at him, what does he mean? “Well if that’s the situation, then at least speak a few words,” she sighed ” At least express yourself. We are newly married, we don’t know much about each other. So please say sentences in full, I’m not the best coder to understand what your codes of hmm represent in each situation”, she rattled, her voice rising gradually.

He looked at her bemused ” woman hush, you look murderous now, ” he chuckled ” will follow your advice ok”.

She knew that was his way of apologising and perhaps she had a lot to learn about him.

Book Review- Karna’s Wife









Book Name- Karna’s Wife

Author- Kavita Kane

Publisher- Rupa Publications India

Genre- Romance/ Fiction

Rating- 4 stars

It is the first book of the author that I went through and I must say that her storytelling is very impressive. The title of the book partially befits it. Though throughout the context Uruvi’s point of view of the epic Mahabharata has been mentioned, in some of the places it was Karna as well whose opinion of the war and the events leading to it were pointed out. Another upsetting event was Karnas’s first wife Vrushali being turned into some demure lass. Vrushali, as mentioned in most of the epics chapters, was not in any way a soft woman, she was strong enough to jump in the pyre along with her husband although it didn’t ask her to.

But I would say the author had complete right to do that, as the book is only a fictional work. It was awesome to see Karna’s second wife having a saying in his life, which is not much mentioned in the real epic. A princess adjusting slowly to the life of a low- caste King, dauntless though; she knew all her faults and tried to redeem them. Karna as the wise one tries to soothe her of worries. One of the best line in the book is :-

“If you are not brave today, it’ll be worse tomorrow. Trying to escape is not the route of the heroic. Face the truth and brave the consequences. The test of courage is not to die but to live. And live with dignity and conviction every single day.”
This was something Karna told Uruvi when she was worrying over his impaling death.

The book is a very good read and will prove to be a companion over a cup of coffee for late night fiction readers like me. I would strongly suggest you go through it.

Aftermath

Not before you feel a catastrophe ,

Somewhere in your mind;

The time when you feel lost,

Without really knowing what you have lost-

A part of you, or may be the touch,

Someone familiar and really close,

Seems not to be them anymore;

That is the aftermath of something tragic,

A story which broke its track somewhere in between.

 

 

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