Tyrst

You don’t love me You don’t hate me You married me You Left me and my kids in quandary without finances When I foolishly thought that after all the trouble I had undergone you won’t leave me What is the feeling you have towards me? You crushed my feelings but ask me to come to you You chose me when you want and you discard me when u don’t want Am I toy in your eyes? Am I not made of blood and flesh like you? Don’t I have feelings? When u claim that you love me, I wonder whether you loved me for a second. I know that people might visualise me as a depressed female in need of depressant I fought for my love begged for my love gave up myself forgave his infidelities What did I achieve more and more pain from him  I grew up in a fairy tale that after my trials and tribulations my prince would accept me and won’t cheat upon me But I was wrong men will be men At my every attempt to rise from the situation what I get from more force to push me down He did

In search of Love Love is nourishment by itself for both the recipients. When I said love everybody thinks about love affairs between a guy and a girl. I have experienced a different love perspective and wanted to share. I have heard people telling me “Dogs are man’s best friend”. I beg to differ, so here I come with my own love story. I had a pet parrot whose name was lichu. I had named her after my classmate Lisha who had beautiful and bountiful curls of hair. Lichu came to live with my family after our maid; ayah rescued it from crows and brought it to us for safe keeping. Lichu was very friendly and she liked to eat grapes, I used to hold out grape fruit and she used to nibble. As time went by, she became one of the family members; if I had got chocolate she wanted some of it. I used to share all food items with her. She was kept in the backyard of the house but the moment we entered the front yard of our house when we came from school she used to create ruckus calling

I was an individual who never believed in luck. I always believed that I would make it big in my profession because of my dedication. When I faced the real world, I was shocked and then began a never ending battle of true vs lies, real friends vs fake friends.  It was the year 2013 , I had joined my PhD and six months had passed. I was desperately in need of job and when my supervisor had mentioned about a vacancy in a college. I applied for the position with the help of my research guide reference who was working in the college. The next day I had to attend the interview. The college was located far off from the city. The travel took me one and half an hour to reach the college. The day started with me missing the bus , walked to nearby bus stand and boarded bus to ashok pillar. At Ashok pillar, I was running from one stop to another stop to board bus that would go to my destination. The bus was very crowded and I got a place to stand and stood there till I got a seat before the l

Child is father of the man An incident triggered me to remember Words Worth. He was a genius to tell this in 18th century which I came to know now in 2014. On this Sunday night (26/01/2014) , me and my son were playing basket ball (well we are not professionals) . We just throw the ball in the basket. I had hung the basket in our bedroom just above the door it must be about seven feet approx. My son was trying to put the ball into basket and after many futile attempts he had three successes in landing the ball into the basket and he asked me to do it. I was sitting lazily on my gym ball and tried to put the ball into the basket and could not make it. So I gave my son a sad face. Surprisingly he told me “practice makes man perfect" and gave a pause before adding up "and a girl perfect". I had used this proverb to make him do his work so his could be better at what he did. Suddenly I felt as if he had grown up tall and had taken cue to motivate me and not los