Sisterhood of souls

Sitting there amidst what is green

bright and beautiful

timeless one evening

amidst soft wafts of coffee

sweetness of cookies

free and freeing themselves

they sat simply gazing

girls hanging out together

in simple girlie times

of talk, laughter and much leg pulling

looking out for each other

holding on and strengthening

claiming new territories

climbing on to walls, rocks and some rough terrain

a pat, a hug and a smile

bonds formed,renewed and released

over mehendi

a cup of tea

a shaking of hips

an outing to the films

a picking and some haggling in the flea market

over some small talk

of how do you dos and how are yous

sealed later in funny selfies

and fb posts

sisterhood of souls

reach out over books or drinks or fun and games

spread cheer

share love

cheers to that!

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To a dear friend, mentor and philosopher

Gentle in your ways

master wordsmith

you win others every time

your stories connect the hearts

awaken emotions

sharpen resolves

drive to excellence

Yes, the world is not often kind

even if you are

not understanding

even if you are

nor trusting

nor fair and just

What is loved and respected

is, believe me, also loathed

at least by some.

Dear friend, mentor, philosopher

trust me when I say

it takes a big heart to know other

give time

never give up

surge ahead

forging new ties

the world looks to thee

for guidance

even if it does not know it today

it will, for it has to.

Thathastu!

PS: Thou shalt win

Auto wallah & the skin specialist!

It’s a non-working Saturday but I am up and ready to go to work. In fact I had already reached the bus stop when my colleague reminds me that it is a holiday.

Having taken a few days off, maybe I was over anxious to compensate!!! Funny!!!

Red in the face and light in my heart, I decide to eat out before heading back home.

A masala dosa and a hot cup of filter kapi later, I board an auto. I ask as usual, ‘kitna loge?’, in Bangalore, one is free to speak any language. But even before he replies, I said, ’30, hai na’. The auto wallah laughs affably, ‘are madam, you ask the question but you decide the charge as well!’ . I keep quiet.

A little while later, the auto wallah peers into the mirror in front of him and asks me, ‘these pimples on your face….’

I am like, ‘what????’

‘Yeah, he continues, ‘these pimples, they came recently right?’

When I don’t reply, he continues, ‘ don’t use chemicals madam. My son has it too. Apply besan powder mixed with milk and let it dry on your face. It will be cured soon. Don’t use others towels etc. My mom does it for my son, that is why.’

I look at him and smile.

Funny how auto wallahs have turned dermatologists!

His sincerity in advise cannot be ignored but I am reminded of something I wish to forget.

As I reach my home, he speaks again,’Don’t feel bad about my talking to you like that madam. Just use the besan powder and see the difference. No need to go to the doctor’.

Unsolicited advice definitely, but was not offensive somehow.

May be it is his tone or his attitude.

Its is amusing how random strangers try to connect and sometimes do that well!

Thank you, I tell the auto wallah in my mind.

Like many others, I too have had long associations with the auto rickshaw drivers. In fact, they were my best friends while I was in Indore. At PTMs or annual functions when we had to stay back at school, my friends would ask me, ‘so how are you going’, ‘with the auto wallah,’ I would joke.

Well mannered and eager to help I never had to think twice before taking the help of an auto rickshaw driver and that too irrespective of the time of the day, especially in Indore.

One day when I chanced to appear in the local daily with my colleagues, I reached the auto stand to be shown the news paper, ‘Madam, they said almost happily, this is you!’

That sealed my friendship with auto wallah brothers forever!