Friday, 11 March 2016

I blame women!

When I was young, I was really very stupid and the for that I blame the women in my life!
They had set examples and trends that became my concepts and from the moment I started to gain personal experiences in life, my concepts landed me in strange and awkward situations. Many a times, I had been blindsided by the preconceived ideas about people, relations and life as a whole.
I saw my mother busily working through the day, taking care of everything and everyone except herself so i developed the sense of selflessness to the point that I never took care of myself and always kept myself in the bottom of my priority list because that was what I had seen!
I listened to my relatives trash talking about their wives and the other women listening and accepting their views and I developed the sense of intimidation. I accepted it as a reality that it is ok for men to tarnish your image and degrade you , if and when they are angry.
I was told to be on my toes when my uncles visited or my father came late or if my brothers needed anything, no matter what time it was so i learnt that I was not as important as they were. Their needs were above mine.
All around me, the faces of the women told the same story " Men will always be like this, so endure, endure, endure"

I used to read the famous 'love-struck' novels in monthly digests and developed a totally unnatural notion of how love should be. All those moments where the male characters dominated the female (physically or emotionally) were termed as the 'romantic' moments which should have been seen as nothing but pure harassment.
Every time,  when I look back and see what reading a typical female author had done to me as an adolescent girl, i feel aghast.
I distinctly remember one of the most embarrassing times of my life in 9th Grade, when our English language teacher, Mrz Zulqurnain ( who was a brilliant lady retired from Burn Hall and an avid traveler) started a discussion on the topic of " My Ideal" and I talked about "Azan Shah" - my new crush from some stupid novel... The quality I deemed very attractive was the way he was extremely "possessive" about the girl he loved. I couldn't see it at that time but today I can tell that the look on her face was of  'shock' blended with something that looked a lot like disgust !
But what did she know of us, typical Pakistani girls, who had mothers naive and  ingenuous to never tell us :"Darling, there are no knights in shining armors. No Azan Shahs and no Salar Sikandars but its you, through and through, sole responsible for keeping the light alive in your eyes and fire burning in your heart. Little one, you must dance away to the the rhythm of the life and if, God forbid, you hear no music then dance to the beating of your heart but dance you must! "

This is what reading Urdu literature does to you. I mean the guy was psychotic but what else to expect of a 14/15 year old girl except dreamy eyes and missing heartbeats?

So, on and on it went Until one day, it dawned upon me that I have allowed the medieval  thinking take the best of me and so i shunned them .. and gradually let my true colors take over. But could I have done it on my own? It was my mother.. the lady behind the transformation. I reckon with the passage of time she became aware of how unfairly she had been treated and how for granted her efforts were taken. It must be hard for her to imagine her girls meeting the same  fate.

Today, when the world is calling out to men and women to be 'Feminists' in their approach, I realize that more than men, its women who need to change the way they see themselves. Why should the concept of romanticism be attached with dominance instead of equality, respect and freedom? Why should a woman's wings be clipped because it will feed some man's ego? Why must woman change to keep a relation with man going? Why must the harassment, bullying and abuse be endured by women so that the ratio of divorces remains low? Why are household chores a responsibility for women and a stigma for men?
Women do have power. They raise the men who shape the society because after all, it is a male dominating society and this fact is not going to change anytime soon. They also raise the daughters who are strong and willful naturally but are raised to be submissive and inferior. Thus , what women must do is educate themselves and change their ways of how they see the world and how they want to see so that coming generations don't blame them as much as I do!




Saturday, 12 December 2015

Hide and seek.

"Do you ever feel like you are stuck in a gigantic swirl of a tornado and it's going round and round?The motion is so fast and painful and even when your whole body is screaming and begging it to stop, its not stopping, because its a tornado and tornadoes don't listen!!"

Contrary to her words, it was peaceful everywhere. The grayish sky with a tinge of pinkish glow, the sound of birds returning home, rustling of leaves whenever a little wind blew... definitely peaceful.!
The air was chilly , but the blue cardigan and hot  mug of tea was making up for the cold.
While writing her diary, she wasn't crying, wasn't even complaining. She was merely stating the fact. The current condition of her, which was so obviously hidden and sounded like an apologetic lie whenever she voiced it to the people who she thought might care.
They did though. They were good people but she wanted more. Something fulfilling, something thrist quenching... For some parts of the day, her desperation was so overwhelming that her whole self almost seemed to succumb to it. She wanted to flush out all the responsibilities and just be herself.
She, the way she was.. The no-strings-attached she!

"Too long the life has played. Ain't it my turn yet? but do I have it in me to play, if i get a chance? I want the life to be with me on the same team. Enough of the hide and seek now. " She put her blue fountain pen down on the book , rested her head on the high back of her favorite sofa and closed her eyes.


Oh boy, did the fate had a good laugh over this !

 " You poor poor soul ... " the fate nodded its head and whispered. "Its only the beginning. The good part is yet to come..... "

At the same moment, she felt a pang in her heart. She opened her eyes instantly and looked around. Everything seemes as normal as 5 seconds ago.
"What was this then?" she wondered! "What's fate upto now!?" she thought bitterly.

"A lot!!" Fate grinned, 

Sunday, 6 December 2015

The liquid Life.



In the dead silence of the room, the only sound was the faint dripping. He lay there motionless, focusing on the red trail of liquid life.
His presence at the hospital was accidental; a mischief of the fate. Looking closely at the bag that was slowly filling up, he murmured softly: Blood.
Blood; that is an oxygen circulating fluid that. Cell to cell it delivers nutrients and oxygen, giving away the gift of life. With RBCs , that carry oxygen, WBCs to fight infections and Plasma to help clotting, it is a fascinating liquid that travels silently through our veins each second of the day and yet goes unnoticed, most of the time taken for granted.
“Blood is the Santa Claus of cells.” His nanny had told her.
How many of us consider sending a silent prayer any time in the day for the flow of bloodin our bodies? Healthy blood !!
 Imagine for a moment that the blood stops cold in your body, for a minute only. Oh you couldn’t imagine that, could you? Most probably because you were dead.
But not him. He had known the importance of blood from the moment his conscious had started to work. He lost his mother to it. He learnt that he was an orphan in a very early stage of his life. The time other children spent in playing, he used to sit and wonder how his life would be different if his mother were still alive.
“How did she die?” he asked his nanny. He was 5 at that time.
“well, baby… the doctors couldn’t find blood for her.”
“why?” he asked in amazement. “there is so much blood in the world. Everyone has it. Why didn’t they give it to my mommy?”
“Oh poor baby” His nanny hugged him tight because she couldn’t think of any answer.
When he turned 18, he found that he had a passion for engineering but an obsession with blood. He didn’t want to be a doctor but he wanted to associate himself with giving relief to people. Every day he saw hundreds of people walking in and out of the hospital with a million problems.
It was definitely a mischief of the fate. He was walking past the busy street across the hospital when a boy , his own age, rushed towards him and asked “Are you O+?”  For a moment, he was blank and then he spluttered out “Yes. But why…” He couldn’t finish his sentence because of the overwhelming response. That was the first time he ever donated blood.
It had been 5 years since then. He found the way to contribute to saving lives without being a doctor. He had found the way to connect to other people and touch their lives in a beautiful unorthodox way. The WHO slogan “paint the world red” became the tagline of his life. He indulged into social cause and made it his life’s mission to motivate and encourage people to donate healthy blood after learning that 800 mothers around the globe die in pregnancy, childbirth or following childbirth with 99 percent in developing countries. Severe blood loss accounts for 31 percent of mothers' deaths in Asia. (WHO Report)
He never wanted another child to be raised motherless. One time, a young man came to him whose wife he had given blood to and said “Brother, thank you for saving my life.”
He replied with a smile. “I saved my own!” and echoes through his ears, the divine voice:

“Because of that, We decreed upon the Children of Israel that whoever kills a soul unless for a soul or for corruption [done] in the land - it is as if he had slain mankind entirely. And whoever saves one - it is as if he had saved mankind entirely. And our messengers had certainly come to them with clear proofs. Then indeed many of them, [even] after that, throughout the land, were transgressors.”  (Surah Al Maida. Verse:5:32)


On this World Donor’s Day, let’s make a vow to donate healthy blood to the people in need and become related to the people not by culture or religion but by blood!!


Tasweer aur Manzar

Ajeeb fitrat hai hum insanoon ki.. na qadri ..
Najane saari zindagi kia dhondte rehte hain? Kissi afsane k saach hone ka khuwab dekhte hain, kiss anhoni key liye betab rehte hain. 'Mohabbat' kerna chahte hain magar saari umer kissi ishare k intezar men ganwa dete hain.
Yun lagta hai jaise hum har cheez ko bohat qareeb se dekhtey hain. Itna ky hamari nazar men bus wo ik cheez, chahe kitni hi choti kiun na ho, sama jati hai.
Ik gehri saans ley key, 2 qadam peeche hatt k manzar ko dekhne ki koshish karuen to shayd jan paaen ky manzar men hamari soch se ziada vusat hai..

Gulab k phool ki talash men umer ganwae wala , kabhi yeh dekh ley k wo kanwal k phooloon se bhare talaab men zindagi guzar raha tha to apni bewakoofi pe khud ko jee bhar k kosey.

Sehra men rehne wale ko samnadar ki hirs men ,nakhlistan nahi chorna chaeye.
Jungle mien chalne waloon ko abshar se mohabbat ka saleeqa hona chae, na ky seedhi rah ki talash.
Baraf Posh paharoon pe baseera kerne waloon ko allaao ki qadar kerni chae, na ky sahil ki tamana.


Mujhe nahi maloom ky men shera men hun ya kissi barf posh pahar pey likin yeh to tey hai k men zindagi men un cheexun k peeche bhag rahi thi jo meri rah men rakhi hi nahi gaen. mien kissi aur ki zindagi pe nazrien jama ky apna safar teh ker rahi thi..
Najane kitne kanwal, gulab ki havs men nazar andaz ker aii hun.
Najane kitne allaao roshan they , jin ki hidat ko sahil ki talash men, mene mehsus hi nahi kia.

Ab men rukna chahti hun, thehrna chahti hun..
Ik gehri sans le k , apni jaga se 2 qadam peeche hatna chahti hun . ..
Men tasweer ko nahi, porey manzir ko dekhna chahti hun...  

Thursday, 20 August 2015

You will ..

deep, dark, angry, hurt
words that describe me the best
every time i respond, i do it with curt
one slip and i might fail another test...

it sounds so sensible inside my head
all my wisdom, all my words
shut up already , will you? they say
and drown them in shame by the herds

is it still me? i wonder
disheveled and pushed against the wall
through the time,, and again , i ponder
i walked once, and now i crawl

stop, breath!!
listen to the rhythm of your heart
wait for some time, my dear one
it will come to you.. a fresh , new start!

smile through the misery
let the light slay the dark
its soon that you will
find the lost glory, find the lost spark!



Thursday, 2 July 2015

تم ناراض ہو!


  تمھاری کالی آنکھوں میں آنسو یوں دکھتا ہے جیسےکالے آسمان پہ چمکتا قطب ستارہ ۔۔ 
اور اگر تم ان آنسووٗں بھری آنکھوں سے کسی کو دیکھ لو تو اس طلسم کے توڑ میں 
  اسکی زندگی بیت جائے مگرمکمل اثر زائل نہ ہو۔ 
تمھارےچہرے پہ پھیلی اداسی ایبٹ آباد کی یاد دلاتی ہے جہاں ایک پل کو دھوپ ہوتی ہے اور اگلے ہی لمحےکالی گھٹا یوں سورج کو ڈھانپ لیتی ہے کہ اندر تک اداسی چھا جاتی ہے۔ تمھاری اداسی بھی میرے اندر تک چھا جاتی ہے۔ 
روٹھتی ہو تو یوں لگتا ہے جیسے اب کبھی نہ مانو گی۔ شکایتی نظروں سے دیکھتی ہو تو دنیا بھول کر انسان بس اک نگاہ کا ہو کر رہجاتا ہے۔
یوں تو تمھاری ناراضگی چند پھولوں کے آگے دو پل میں دم توڑ جاتی ہے مگر وہ دو پل بھی صدیوں پہ محیط ہوتےہیں۔ 
سنو تم ناراض نہ ہوا کرو۔ وقت، موسم، محبت، زندگی سب ادھورے لگنے لگتے ہیں۔ 
کبھی کہہ کر تو دیکھو، تمھاری مسکراہٹ کے لیے دشت و صحرا کی خاک چھاننا بھی قبول ہے۔ 
کاش، میرے اندر گونجتی یہ آواز تم سنو تو ہر بات بھول کر حیرت سے مجھےدیکھو۔۔۔ پھر میں ہاتھ بڑھا کر تمھارا گال نرمی سے چھو لوں اور تمھارے اندر کی تمام اداسی اپنی ہتھیلی میں بھر لوں۔۔
!کاش

Thursday, 21 May 2015

Stories from my mind, heart and soul!: my lost Elsa

Stories from my mind, heart and soul!: my lost Elsa: "I hv lost my Elsa."  She said after a while. I Looked at her intently, waiting for her to continue. she looked very calm for som...

Sunday, 12 April 2015

my lost Elsa

"I hv lost my Elsa."  She said after a while. I Looked at her intently, waiting for her to continue. she looked very calm for someone who has had so much bottled up inside. She said nothing for a long time.
"How?"  I asked quietly. She looked at me with blank eyes for about 3 seconds and then as if she suddenly remembered the topic of discussion, replied to me. "There was a storm. Kind of tsunami. It wasn't unexpected but it was bigger than we had thought. Much bigger and stronger. We were holding hands. Me n Elsa. I was holding her hand really tight. You see she was very dear to me. But when the storm hit us hard I realized that She was holding someone elses' hand too."
She looked at me like she expected me to be surprised, so i faked the surprise and made a small o with my mouth. She seemed to be happy that I am following the exact emotions. She continued "Yeah she was and it was dragging us down. So i tried to tell her that she should let go. It was mere baggage, i knew. Elsa was in habit of dragging extra baggage. But she refused to let go. The storm was very rough, we both were numb. I remember being tired. Very tired. There is a chunk i dont exactly remember because i think i had dozed off. I felt so light, it occurred to me that Elsa might have let the other hand go. I felt so light and happy." The memory of that time spread across hr face and i could tell that each word of hers was true.
"What happened next?"i couldn't keep curiosity out of my voice.
"well" her voice was distant. " I guess I woke up one day to see that she was still holding the other hand and all of a sudden i realized that i am not floating anymore. I was drowning and choking and i couldn't breath. I looked at Elsa and i thought maybe she will see it this time but she was so calm, so unconcerned and that was when i realized that she will never let go of the other on my accord." She hung her head down for a while but only for a while. She looked so sad and dejected that i started to feel sorry for her. But when she looked up she had a light in her eyes.
"Didn't you request her again?" I asked eagerly.
"No. I knew it was a lost cause so i let go. I let go of her hand even though I wasn't sure whether she or i will survive that. "
"Have you?"
"I dnt know. I havnt found a shore yet. I am lost in an ocean but at least  no one is dragging me down nor am i. I do have rough patches though where i barely make it but m here...aren't i?
"Dont u miss Elsa?" Somehow it made me sad.
"I do." She said with impatience. "Of course i do. I stumble a lot and whenever i do, i miss her th most because i used to reach out for her. I miss everything but i try to cherish that time rather than getting upset over it."
" Will you be ok?"
"Of course i will be. We all learn to live. I will too.maybe it will take sometime but hey whose counting, right?" she laughed cheerfully.
"DO u know what Fitzgerald said, doctor? HE said 'there are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice."
She was smiling. I couldn't say anything. She gave me a lesson, unknowingly.
Bell rang. The session was over.

Sunday, 25 January 2015

تمھیں خبر یے؟

نومبر کی یخ بستہ شام میں گرم اونی شال لپیٹے، گھٹنوں تک کمبل اوڑھے برآمدے میں راکنگ چیئر پہ بیٹھی کتاب پڑھتی یہ ملائم سی جلد والی ، جس کے چہرے پہ تازگی اور مسکان میں شگفتگی ہے ۔ ۔ ۔ تم ہو
!!
تم جو اپنی سنہری آنکھوں پہ چشمہ لگائے ، لس دقیق سی کتاب میں نجانے کون سے زمانے کے افسانے پڑھتی ہو ، کن گمشدہ رازوں کو کریدتی ہو۔ تم جو بے دھیانی میں اپنی الجھی ہوئی لٹوں کو انگلیوں کے گرد لپیٹتی ہو اور کبھی اپنی بھنووں کو ترچھا تو کبھی سکیڑ لیتی ہو۔۔ تمھہں خبر ہے کہ تم کیا کرتی ہو؟
سردی سے لال ہوتی تمھاری یہ ناک ۔ ۔ تمھارا دھواں اڑاتا کافی کا مگ، جس کی خوشبو چرا کے ہوا چاروں دشاوں تک لے جا رہی ہے۔ تمھیں خبر ہے کہ تمھارے وجود کی مہک کہاں کہاں گل کھلا رہی ہے؟
جھیل کنارے بیٹھا کوئی چرواہا تمھاری ہنسی کو رباب کی دھن میں ڈھالتا ہو گا تو ایک زمانہ محو رقص ہوتا ہو گا۔۔ تمھارے وجود کی چاندنی سے اندھیری رات میں بھٹکتے جگنو رستہ تلاش کرتے ہوں گے۔ ۔  مگر تم کیا جانو۔ ۔ یہ پیراہن ہوا کے ہاتھ آسمان کے لیے کیسے کیسے رنگ بھیجتا ہے۔ ۔ آسمان تشکراْ تمارے رخساروں پہ کیسی لالی اتارتا ہے ۔ ۔ تمیں کیا خبر اہل دل کس بے بسی سے تمہیں دیکھتے اور تمہاری نظر اتارتے ہیں۔
اور میں، میں جو کینوس پہ بارہا تمھاری تصویر بناتا ہوں کہ شاید میرا ہنر تمھارے حسن سے انصاف کر پائے ۔ ۔
کاش کہ تمہیں خبر ہو، اس سے پہلے کہ وقت کی خزاں روپہلے سپنوں کی بہار پہ چھا جائے اور اس سے پہلے کہ انتظار کی حد زندگی کی مہلت سے بڑھ جائے۔ ۔ کاش کہ تمہیں خبر ہو۔ ۔ ۔ 
 

Saturday, 20 December 2014

میرے گمشدہ



ایمل ، حسن، مبین اور ان سب پیارے بچوں کے نام جن کا  قرض ھم پہ واجب ہے
دیکھو جنگ کا موسم یے
چلو اب جنگ کرتے ہیں
بات قلم کی حد کو توڑ کے
تلواروں تک ہے جا پہنچی
چلو اب تلوار اٹھاتے ہیں
کچھ معصوم بچوں نے، لہو کا قرض دیا ہے
اپنے بوجھل ضمیروں سے چلو یہ قرض مٹاتے ہیں
بہت اندھیری سی راتیں ہیں، افق پہ تارے جو ڈوبے ہیں
ان تاروں کی یاد میں چلو شمعیں جلاتے ہیں
یہ بے مہر صبحیں، یہ بے درد سے درد
ان ناسور سے زخموں پہ چلو مرہم لگاتے ہیں
بہت دے چکے لہو بے کسی کی حالت میں
چلو اب ہوش میں آ کر کچھ لہو بہاتے ہیں
بہت بھاری ہو چکی ہیں ظلم کی زنجیریں
چلو رہائی کی جانب قدم بڑھاتے ہیں
ہاتھ تو یوں بھی خالی ہو چکے سب کے
اک دوسرے کے وجود سے چلو تنہائی مٹاتے ہیں
مصلحتوں کی دکانوں پہ بکتے ان مشوروں سے
چلو دامن چھڑاتے ہیں
کچھ بے خوف سے فیصلے جو منتظر کب سے ہیں
چلو ان فیصلوں کا انتظار مٹاتے ہیں
خود سے مبرا ہو کے سوچتے ہیں ان نسلوں کا، جنہں ابھی دنیا میں آنا یے
ان کی آمد سے قبل چلو امن کا بیج بوتے ہیں
چلو جنگ کی موسم میں اب ہتھیار اٹھاتے ہیں
دشمن کے ہاتھوں زک آخری بار اٹھاتے ہیں
دیکھو جنگ کا موسم یے ۔ ۔ ۔

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

فیض، آپ بھی کمال کرتے ہیں




جب میں اسے یہ کہتے ہوئے سنتی ہوں :  
 قفس اداس ھے یارو صبا سے کچھ تو

، اس لمحے میرا جی چاہتا یے کی میں پھوٹ پھوٹ کے رو دوں۔ ۔

 میں فیض سے ملنا چاہتی ہوں، ان کے قدموں میں بیٹھ کہ، ان کا ہاتھ تھام کے ان سے پوچھنا چاہتی ہوں : آپ کو کیسے معلوم ہوا کہ کبھی اس دنیا میں اک زینب ہو گی ؟ آپ نے مجھ سے پہلے میرے درد کو کیسے لکھ دیا؟ وہ تمام الفاظ جو میری روح پہ رقم ہیں، آپ کے قلم تک کیسے اُیے۔ ۔ کیا خدا نے آپ کو وحی میں خبر دی تھی؟
اگر وہ ہوتے اور میں ان کے قدموں میں بیٹھ کے ان سے یہ سوال کرتی تو شاید وہ جوابا‘‘ مسکرا دیتے میری بات سن کے ۔ ۔ اور خاموش رہتے تو میں کچھ دیر بعد اپنے آنسو پونچھ لیتی اور ہلکی سی مسکراہٹ کے ساتھ ان کو دیکھ کے کہتی ’’ فیض، آپ بھی کمال کرتے ہیں !!’’

Gone for good.



She let out a sigh.. a breath she had been holding for so long.. and slowly her eyes adjusted to the light.. it felt like years since these eyes had stared at things in bright light, and prudently she moved her muscles, arms legs hands.. one by one.. it felt good..to move, to shift … how long had it been? She tried to recall but her mind was blank.. a day? A week ? a month? She had no idea what day was it or which month .. she sat straight and tried to guess if it was morning or noon but the heavy curtains were blocking the outside view. She got up and opened the curtain.. sunlight busted in … the rays hit her and she felt the warmth like never before.. she took it for granted for years but not any more.. she was going to worship everything from now onwards.. she remembered the time when she had it all and when she lost it .. she blocked the painful memories, although it was too much effort but she had to try.. she had to master this ability to block , to build walls..
Because she missed him.. she missed everything about him.. he was painfully handsome to her.. her insides ached when she looked at him, it was like magic.. she was a part of him.. she knew it… she felt like a jigsaw puzzle, completing him…  and now he was gone..  her other half, the better one.. she looked at her empty bedside and felt fresh tears welling up in her eyes. The room smelled of him. She smelled of him.. how will she ever get over this? He was everywhere and nowhere when she wanted to touch him.. no answer when she called his name..
His name.. so beautiful.. the sweetness of it, you could taste it in your mouth.. she felt sexier just saying his name. it had that kind of effect. And the joy it brought… not he, not his touch but  his name.. it was unexplainable.. and now it was over, in a blink if an eye. Like it was never there..
For some brief moments, she even wondered.. was he for real? Or was it just a dream? An illusion? Maybe she was very sick and it was all in her mind. She had heard of such psychological disorders, but then with a flash came back all the long walks on the beach, and rains they had enjoyed and with that she tasted his lips and knew that it was anything but a dream. He really was in her life. He had enjoyed her and quietly he had left. As if it was his decision alone, as  if she didn’t matter.
standing in the window , she felt a surge of hatred towards him. He was a selfish bastard, who thought about himself only, always! He had a charming way of twisting things according to his will, he had the art of molding people. She recalled how she was unmoved by him the first couple of times they had met. May be this had triggered his male ego. May be this was why he had progressed towards her , to see why his charisma hadn’t worked on her, why didn’t she fall on her knees the first time she saw her. He was so curious to know this that he had actually fallen on his knees!
With wit and humor, manners and intelligence he played her.. and before she realized , she was charmed. Absolutely spell bound by him.
‘FUCK YOU’ she muttered under her breath.  She had said it earlier, louder. But she knew he wasn’t here to listen and he won’t be, unless she finds him and tell him that in person. She decided that she will. She will find him and she will tell him. 
But she never did.. Day after day when she woke up, she realized that her hatred towards him was fading away despite all what he did. She didnt pursue it either she wanted to explore the new dimension of her soul. Finally the sun rose in the sky to shine in the day which looked so ordinary but had something for her.
"OMG, look at the yellow Autumn leaves.. Beautiful!" She excitedly pointed it out to her sister who looked at it and shrugged."But its going to fall and die." 
She knew that but how could she ignore the beauty of something that was right in front of her eyes. She stood there, under the big tree admiring the beautiful yellow color of the Autumn leaves. Her sister had moved ahead but stopped, looked back at her and said "Love them all you want but they are destined to die. So better not waste yourself over something that cant live long enough to appreciate your admiration, least of all."
and that was the moment she understood. He was destined to leave because she was beyond his capacity. He was shallow and she was a raging outburst of emotions.. no match and that;s when she discovered that he held no place in he heart. He was gone for good :)

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Tatiana



It was actually the light in her eyes that went out which threw the world into deeper darkness and made the sky shower more tears than it originally intended. It was her heartbreak that the world heard as thunder… such immense was her heartbreak and the lightning bolt? It was the shock that shook her whole self… such was the catastrophe that hit her. Surprisingly she stood on her feet, rooted to the ground and people around her were blind towards her which was not entirely their fault. There was an earthquake inside her.  Her world came crumbling down in a matter of seconds and yet she lived and worse ... laughed!
‘How do you do that Tatiana?’ She asked herself once she was alone in her room, away from everyone. ‘it’s killing me.. Oh Lord, its killing me!’ she replied.. crying hard.. so hard that her whole body shook and her heart.. it seemed like it would burst within her chest  for the pain was too much and she had a fragile heart..
If you knew Tatiana, probably you would cry too. She seemed so knock out hard and arrogant at first but once you looked closely she was, well delicate… have you ever seen an oyster? Tatiana was an oyster… if you succeed in cracking her open, you would find a pearl inside.  Always!  That tiny sparkling pearl was her soul.
She made me realize that the world is more than people crowding together, stepping on each other to move ahead, making money and getting richer than before every day. She made me see the world with novice eyes and now that I have seen it, I realize how unfortunate it is for Tatiana to actually live here. She was created with love… while all the people had histone protein wrapped around their DNA, she had strands of love that completed her chemistry.  What a pity!
She was everything but lucky, I must say.  All around her, she would try to pass on good but people had nothing good to exchange with her. They gave her , their bad.. and she gave them, her good..
‘why do you do this?” angry at the world, she asked herself. 
“I don’t know any other way of living. “ She stated rather helplessly.
She had met the wrong sorts all her life but there was one particular person who was the last nail in the coffin.  From the moment she met her till the time when he broke her heart, Tatiana felt him like she hadn’t felt anyone before. She seemed to hold his hand telepathically. It was magic to her and she made that very ordinary person so special. I often thought that he is one hell of a lucky guy to get all this from Tatiana.  Sitting outside a coffee shop in the Milan, Tatiana was talking about that stranger.
“ Do you know what colour are his eyes?”
I didn’t know of course so I shook my head in no.
‘See that golden sun rays that are coming out from behind that dense white cloud in sky?  His eyes shine like that… ‘
I laughed ‘Really Tatiana? Tell me more.”
She smiled at me and said in her thick French accent “You don’t believe me, do you?”
“He is the song of phoenix. Have you ever heard a phoenix sing?” she asked me.
“No and phoenix don’t exist “
“I used to think the same until I met him. All the magic in the books exists…  The fairy tales are not just stories… they happen… just like he happened. He came right out of a fairytale.”  She smiled faintly and then frowned a little “And by the way phoenixes exist and they sing too. “
Her version of love was so different, so bookish. She looked like a book character at that moment that had accidently stepped into our world. “Alice in wonderland”
This happened several months ago. I lost contact with her and then last week, I called her but there was no answer. I tried her office.
“Tatiana? Yea she left.”
“where? When is she coming back?”
“sorry .no idea”
And just now, before I started writing this, the door bell rang.  I don’t remember exactly when the last time I had received a letter was.  But of course if Tatiana wanted to get in touch, she wouldn't choose any other way than letter.
“See I was right. He was straight out a fairy tale. He was the big bad wolf and I was the red riding hood."
I don’t know where she went. There wass no address on the envelope.  I had this empty feeling settling in my stomach. Her pretty face flashed in front of my eyes and felt a sting my eyes and inside my head, I said : “Here goes one more Tatiana!”