On this lazy Sunday while the rest of the pack are Nursing sore eyes, here I am on the winding lanes where memories lay, like strewn flowers, and some still bloom on those hedgerows behind which a shining face, often waited with some gooseberries and salt laced mangoes and some flowers even. Still remember, the green ribboned plaits, always with one brought over to fore and few buds of jasmine , ” oh, mother always clips in to keep them lice free”. Another frame, now zooms forward at the steps going down the pond where a boy of ten sits one step lower squinting at her when lights lent an ambient aura while she was singing a just learned hymn which I still hum over a peg or two..
It’s time now for me to go No more will I see falling snow The Daffodils that decorated the banks And now distance memories for a longing son Saffron and Apples, their fragrance I smell From a scent that once
I will take those precious memories And will frame them with love.. Looking back sometimes i wonder If there were things i could change… It was all my choice I made Experiencing both good and bad… Although it was not
When you step into this crazy world, You have started with one great word that is “MA”, Your “MA” will come out of all pain, by seeing, Your cry, laugh and movement, you are just her world, Just Remember Always
MEMORIES ….. I love your sweet voice , Handling your craziness is my choice . Playing games all day long , and all those stupid questions from nowhere they belong. Sharing every joy or pain , Partners in crime ,