The itch to write

SUBMERGED MEMORIES                            Apart from a few patient treatments we killed the days of our internship with a huge amount of chitchatting, sleeping and canteen visits.  The only time our bodies received any sort of exercise was when we walked home from college.  That day also all four of us walked home as usual. We halted at our regular lime juice shop followed by our beautiful Nellai stores where I bought a packet of lays ,elsa bought biscuits, anna drank pepsi and priyatha got herself a recharge card. It was no different from  any other day until we reached our street.  I noticed the tall man who usually never brings about any change in his facial expression looks angry today. I could see bloodshot veins appearing one by one in his bulged out eyes as the four of us walked past him. Further into the street we saw the old grandma who greets us with a smile all the time looking at us from her window. Only difference was that she did

SIMPLE JOYS OF MY LIFE Christ. Weekends short stories full of twists surprises. curly\wavy hair. cutting cakes. Raw mangos. Petting a cat's soft fur. men's perfume Dark kohl Sleeping when it rains outside shawarma  kids. Filter Coffee. cheese burst ghee. Neon highlighters Finding an apt verse in the bible planning. Travelling with friends cheese cake The beach Tamarind Art from waste Stars cooking with online recipes Ink pens Social workers Sharp pencil Scented erasers Crispy hot vadas Hugs. whispering. Green tea. Sticky notes. A good hair day. Compliments. cartoons. poems with depth. fairy tales. paintings. Egg. Paint. Glow in the dark stickers A tidy bed Bathroom with a dry floor White dresses A good movie Sling bags A baby giggling Seeing White teeth Tickles Writing from the heart Inspiring Quotes Receiving a card( a real one, not e-card) Unwrapping a gift Making lists Putting tick marks over the things complete

                      So you were bored with a paper and pen in your hand and what do you find yourself doing. The very next minute you are drawing trees on that paper. Isn’t that ironic? India’s paper industries are axing down hundreds of trees and other hundreds will soon meet the same fate. India’s paper industry produces over 2000 metric tonnes yearly from more than 300 mills.Fast growing hybrid eucalyptus trees lend a hand in paper making.Measures to grow more of these trees must be made consequently saving the forest. As toddlers we remember reciting E for elephant when we learned our alphabets. Shortly that will swap to E for endangered. The Indian elephant, Bengal tiger, Asiatic lion, lion tailed macaque and Indian rhino are the few amongst the stretched out list of dying out animals. Hollywood actor Leonardo Dicaprio’s foundation promises 3 million dollars for tiger conservation in Nepal. Doesn’t that make you wonder what the big personalities in India are doing. The c

The Other Women                I couldn’t help notice that beautiful salwar. She was wearing the same salwar which I had tried on  when we went shopping the other day.  It was awfully ill-fitting for me but it seemed ideal on her. She came out of the Gynecologist’s room along with a man. He held her hands and they were both blushing. “Oh my” I whispered this and quickly covered my face with one of the magazine lying in waiting area.  It was him. Not just any random man. It was Vishal.  He was the reason why I came to the hospital today.                     Who is that lady I asked myself. My heart raced. I felt a lump in my throat. I called to his phone. I couldn’t hear it ring even though I was sitting just across the room.  I noted him taking it out and placing it back inside the pocket. I rang to his phone again. It was switched off now. Chuck the doctor’s appointment. I decided to follow them.            Right after they reached the parking lot. I came out and waved my ha

   With love- Jasmine I stretched my petals as far as I could.I just realised that it's not dark around me anymore. My petals were no longer glued together and I can finally see the world. I never knew the world around me was so beautiful. Mother plant had given birth to another jasmine  flower who looked exactly like me. As we both started talking the morning dew fell on my nose. We danced from side to side as the cool breeze stroked us . I noticed that there were many other flowers like us in the garden and many other mother plants as well. Just then I heard a jasmine screaming out loud.                       I saw a lady standing near me detaching that jasmine from it's mother plant. Mother plant looked very sad. I was so angry that I wanted to punch that lady. Before i could do anything to her she pinched my neck hard. It was so hard that I couldn't breathe. She detached me also from my mother plant. I screamed out loud. It was painful. I couldn't even s