In the stillness of the early morning hours, the empty page stares at me. My pen is poised, ready to chart the course of the flight of my thoughts. The pristine whiteness of the page soothes my mind. Even before I have written anything, I am calm. With the process of writing I get in touch with that part of my soul which is nurtured by silence and blossoms with the light of attention.
Some people are like ladders in our life. Their very presence elevates us. They make us rise higher by giving us solid support and a leg-up. In doing so, they show us that newer and more beautiful vistas still exist and need to be explored. Their presence helps bridge chasms
The absence is complete..yet the presence is palpable. It is there in the form of strewn shoes…an unmade bed…perfume lingering in the air, like a guest reluctant to leave..even the comb wants to hang on to a glossy long hair as a keepsake. Her presence is everywhere..a silent witness, it
Thank you dear mother for giving me life…To believe that after two boys, a girl in your family would be niceTo take that decision, so many years backWhen your two sons were already like a lively wolf pack!To plunge headlong once more, into active motherhoodKnowing that your time would be