Love’s The Mantra....... :):)
The freshness of the early morning and the first rays of the sun into my bedroom are so divine and ethereal. Even my pillow and my bed sheet are all smelling of love and pure unadulterated love.
God after ages I have been experiencing this so happy and light feeling. It feels so great. Words cannot describe the feeling.
A quick brisk walk with music on my ears will be my push to the inner feeling that I have been experiencing.
It’s been a roller coaster ride for quite some time. The ordeal seems endless. But something deep inside my soul said hang on things will brighten up for sure. The inner spirit guide is so dam powerful. One just needs to have deep faith in that wonderful guide within.
Getting back from my walk and entering my warm nest I already feel so happy.
A quick shower and Phil Collins only singing for me..... Added to it is my hot cup of koffee what else can I ask from life.
The secret for this light feeling is and has to be love. This four letter word has been holding the most powerful place on this cosmic planet and will always be. The day it ceases we will all perish.
As I am penning down my feelings I cannot but help remembering the words of Swami Vivekananda.
Borrowing his words, “All expansion is life and all contraction is death. All love is expansion, all selfishness is contraction. Love for love’s sake. Because it is the only law of life, just as we breathe to live. This is the secret of selfless love, selfless action and the rest.”
Love is so powerful for it can embrace so many layers and can be in so many forms and radiating only happiness all around.
Being in love with the feeling of love is more than enough to keep one going. For me it works wonders. Being insanely romantic and expressive, love is my mantra for survival. It does not have to be a man woman relationship. That‘s the power of this emotion. It brings the million dollar smile that each one of has been endowed upon by the Almighty. The unexpecting text message in the midst of work saying that I was being remembered when I least expected one. What is it? It’s a form of love and somebody somewhere has taken out a minute to think about me. I think it’s a wonderful expression. Thanks to instant technology. For me this is love and one ought to cherish and preserve it. It feels so great. In today’s world getting love and nourishing it with utmost care is the only thing we need to hold on to tightly.
Cling on to it dearly from wherever love comes. Only the privileged ones experience it. It’s just great to love and to give love just for the sake of loving. That is the only thing life asks for.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
introspection.
Its not even a Monday when most of us go through the Monday blue syndrome.It's just that not all days are as shiny as one would want it to be.There are days when everything seems to be drab. There is an emptiness and hollow feeling from within. Worst one has to deal with it all alone and come out of it all alone too.
I guess it has to do with the upheaval that goes within our self lets blame it on the hormones:) they are also taking a day off so everything has gone haywire.
For me feeling drab the whole day and totally unproductive is an inner indication that somewhere all is not well. Cannot figure out what and where.
I guess the inner introspection is taking a toll on me. My fear of being alone is killing me. I have come to realise that i have a serious problem i cannot stay alone.
What do i do?
Deep within i want to save all that is left now. But i am not sure if i will succeed. If i cannot how do i come to terms with it.
i guess i have to heavily fall back on my job and be hundred percent productive in it and be thank full to that Someone up above who was kind enough to keep a door open to keep me going.
I guess it has to do with the upheaval that goes within our self lets blame it on the hormones:) they are also taking a day off so everything has gone haywire.
For me feeling drab the whole day and totally unproductive is an inner indication that somewhere all is not well. Cannot figure out what and where.
I guess the inner introspection is taking a toll on me. My fear of being alone is killing me. I have come to realise that i have a serious problem i cannot stay alone.
What do i do?
Deep within i want to save all that is left now. But i am not sure if i will succeed. If i cannot how do i come to terms with it.
i guess i have to heavily fall back on my job and be hundred percent productive in it and be thank full to that Someone up above who was kind enough to keep a door open to keep me going.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Miracles for you baby.... from Heaven.
Happy from within after such a long time....When the going is tough and hope seems a distant dream.... God makes His presence felt in His most unique way. saying you need to go through bumpy roads baby.... it will help you to cover your journey ahead in life in the most pleasant manner.
I have experienced His miracle in the most sweetest manner. And i am thankful to Him as always.
Have managed to get the thing that i wanted from deep within.
My hard work and Faith in Him has seen me through....
I have my dream job to start over all again. Am going to put in my best. Need Your blessings... to excel in life, and move forward henceforth.
Could not have asked for anything better.
I am just very happy and it feels good:)
I have experienced His miracle in the most sweetest manner. And i am thankful to Him as always.
Have managed to get the thing that i wanted from deep within.
My hard work and Faith in Him has seen me through....
I have my dream job to start over all again. Am going to put in my best. Need Your blessings... to excel in life, and move forward henceforth.
Could not have asked for anything better.
I am just very happy and it feels good:)
Saturday, March 19, 2011
A rainy evening
Its been raining since the morning.....Happens to be a full moon tonight. The predictions are that the moon is closest to the earth this full moon. Chances that there will be catastrophe during this period. Nature has shown its power by devastating japan. It is hard to believe for what the catastrophe took place. I know God had to show His power when his children on earth become unruly and insensitive towards fellow human beings and towards nature. Japan i guess was picked at random. For God also knows that a resilient country like Japan will soon bounce back to life.
For me every full moon night is a date with my Lord satyanarayn. Its that time of the month when i remember Him with special thoughts. I do not ask him anything in particular. But tonight i have asked Him miracles only for me. I need them at any cost to keep me going.
My marsh mellow has also made a trip to Ajmer Dargah today to pray for peace. I hope all her dreams come true.
So this rainy evening is a beautiful one for me.
A hot mug of koffee and some Eric Clapton and Phill Collin song and a good book will be the perfect and peaceful way to wind up today . Finally a prayer of thanks when i lay my head down on my pillow for a good night sleep.
For me every full moon night is a date with my Lord satyanarayn. Its that time of the month when i remember Him with special thoughts. I do not ask him anything in particular. But tonight i have asked Him miracles only for me. I need them at any cost to keep me going.
My marsh mellow has also made a trip to Ajmer Dargah today to pray for peace. I hope all her dreams come true.
So this rainy evening is a beautiful one for me.
A hot mug of koffee and some Eric Clapton and Phill Collin song and a good book will be the perfect and peaceful way to wind up today . Finally a prayer of thanks when i lay my head down on my pillow for a good night sleep.
Friday, March 18, 2011
koffee and apple pie
The weather has been quite dusty for sometime. There was a feeling that winter was quietly slipping away... and summer on its way. It saddened me that cold winters were saying adieu for the time being.Somewhere the mind wanted to see a little winter once again. God knew my mind and what do i see today morning a pleasant change. There was a little drizzle, lovely wind blowing. The entire day was cold and evening saw mild downpours again.
Its perfect to relish a warm hot mug of koffee with homemade apple pie. That is what i have done. And enjoying my well beated signature koffee and a yum apple pie that i have made.
These small pleasure of life at time can be so soothing to the soul that it makes us forget the major worries that bog us down .
I hope and pray that the weather remains cold and pleasant for at least one more day.Another day of a beautiful morning walk in the cold is what i am looking forward....
Its perfect to relish a warm hot mug of koffee with homemade apple pie. That is what i have done. And enjoying my well beated signature koffee and a yum apple pie that i have made.
These small pleasure of life at time can be so soothing to the soul that it makes us forget the major worries that bog us down .
I hope and pray that the weather remains cold and pleasant for at least one more day.Another day of a beautiful morning walk in the cold is what i am looking forward....
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Rainbow
When the mind and soul fails to think rationally its best to leave it to God to do what best He can do.
As all good things come to an end. I also beleive that there is a bright rainbow after a ferocious storm. When the rainbow appears after a wild storm high above, it lights up the entire sky.
The guiding hand up there in Heaven send me signals as to how best and fruitfully i can live on this planet.
It's that phase of my life where i need You the most. Be there when i am alone and scared to face life all over again.
I want this dark night to end soon and bask just in happiness and bliss always.
Let the strom subside and the rainbow emerge.
As all good things come to an end. I also beleive that there is a bright rainbow after a ferocious storm. When the rainbow appears after a wild storm high above, it lights up the entire sky.
The guiding hand up there in Heaven send me signals as to how best and fruitfully i can live on this planet.
It's that phase of my life where i need You the most. Be there when i am alone and scared to face life all over again.
I want this dark night to end soon and bask just in happiness and bliss always.
Let the strom subside and the rainbow emerge.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Inbox
The lovely blue pristine sky, with patches of clouds in shapes ones imaginative mind could visualise made it look more ethereal and pure. The soft sensuous wind which was blowing was making Maya inhale the purity of the moment and her tender feet wanted to slow her steps. Yet her anxious mind knew that she needed to hurry to the nearest internet café, in the sleepy hamlet of Majuli the only river island which was a place for Maya to be connected to the entire world and people she held dear to her heart. The internet café would be shutting down with the onset of dusk.
She anxiously opens her inbox in her social networking sight and her heart missing a beat what if she is disappointed. But something told her as it always did, that, she will not be sad for her inbox had the mail that she waits so anxiously for the whole day to read and today evening was no different. Her mail was there in her inbox waiting for her. The smile on her face was so serene that its positive vibes moved across the room and it touched all the people in there. Everyone, for reason known to them were all happy and positive together for the moment. Thanks to Maya and her mail in her inbox.
Maya is a modern day woman with a strong mind of her own and after being a dweller on this earth for 37 years, and a marriage of a decade gone wrong, she needed a gateway from all the hustle and bustle of her Mumbai life and heal her soul and find her inner calling which had died down in her last ten years of being married and trying to make it a perfect communion on earth, and her demanding job as a very promising HR Professional.
Maya’s is attractive with a very vibrant and positive smile and an infectious laughter which would engulf everyone near her when she would laugh. Her sensuous lips complimented her beautiful eyes, and her soft spoken nature. When her lips moved to speak it mesmerised everyone. Compliments of how beautiful she looked were always in abundance for her, and it made her feel like a beautiful woman all over again and again. Maya loved the adulation.
Maya’s beautiful mind and soul never allowed her to give up when the going was absolutely looking like a dead end for her. She attributes her beautiful and rational mind to her family lineage and their influence on her.
The last one year’s struggle has its impact on Maya to such an extent that she has lost a lot of weight and the mirror has been desperately trying to reach out to her and tell her the same but cannot not reach Maya. She has completely shut herself from everything.
She moved out of Keshav’s flat her husband and companion for a decade and moved into the studio apartment of Mahira.her first step in moving away from him.
A walk one evening on Marine drive in the evening by the Queens Necklace when it looks the most amazing with Mahira her confidante and true friend since childhood who took out time to fly down from across the globe to be with Maya when she needed her the most, a week spent in almost all the coffee shops in suburban Mumbai, lying awake till morning at Maya’s cosy kitchen counter with mugs of black koffee, and the kitchen table lamp being the only witness to their heart to heart conversation, gave birth to Maya’s desire for a soul cleaning and spiritual retreat.
It took Mahira a week to grill into Maya that life need not come to a standstill and what she needed was a gateway form everything and everyone and be all on her own and move ahead. Mahira had read in a magazine that the river island Majuli in Assam was a beautiful place with lots of serenity and greenery around. She had a secret desire that one day she would visit the place. She brought up the idea with Maya and thanks to google all information how to reach the place and where to stay was all there. It was 4A.M in the morning Mahira had a flight back to Boston in the evening and time was moving like a hurricane... Maya needed to take her break to do her soul searching and coming to terms that she was not the villain for her failure as keshav had over innumerable long debates for nights together made her feel.
The seeing off at the Shivaji International airport was for some strange reason a very satisfying one for Mahira she knew deep down that Maya would come back from her spiritual retreat as a much more wiser and enlightened soul. She offered her silent prayers for her well being. The final boarding call and the last tight hug with Mahira and as Maya watched Mahira disappear amidst the crowd heading for various destinations with different mindsets
That night Maya missed Mahira as her home seemed all silent. She fixed herself a jumbo Tuna sandwich and a hot cup of chocolate to give her company while she planned to work late night to clear of her last assignment and then gear up for her own destination which she herself too was looking ahead quite eagerly.
The early Sunday morning Mumbai was beautiful the drive to the airport made her realise that for the next six months she would miss her city of twelve years.
The flight to Jorhat was on time. Having worked the whole night her tired eyes could no longer be with her, they needed to take rest. So having snuggled in comfortably into her seat with eye shades to shun her completely she drifted into her slumber. The announcement that the flight would be landing in Jorhat shook Maya out of her slumber, she peeped out to see the quiet breathtaking view of Jorhat as the aeroplane made a smooth landing at the quiet airport.
As arranged earlier Mr Gogoi was there waiting with a huge smile and the colourful white and red bordered Assamase Gamocha to welcome his guest for quite sometime in Majuli.
Mr Gogoi and his wife Torulata have been running this home away from home in Majuli. Of late there has been a gradual influx of people from across the globe who would come there for months together on social projects to save the river island from extinction.
The last two months in Majuli has helped Maya to take her first step to liberate herself from her guilt to begin with. The day starts early for Maya an hour of yoga and meditation in the day and a salutation to the Sun God marks the beginning of each of her day. The meditation has helped Maya to rationalise things and her soul seems to breathe in more of fresh air at ease. Maya keeps herself busy by writing poems and working on a book which she has been contemplating for quite sometime.
Writing has become a great source for relieving her inner wounds .Her other source of inspiration to keep up with her writing and not loosing focus goes to Jojo her social networking acquaintance who without her making much of an effort has been quietly becoming her source of comfort level. He, to her surprise turned out to be a companion and friend whom she has been looking for quite unconsciously in her deepest of heart.
. Maya is not sure when was the day but remembers very vividly that pressure at work and then getting back home in the evening after waging a war with the Mumbai evening traffic, and with keshav, very casually but rudely commenting about her not being involved behaviour at home which upsets Maya as it has been for so many years now. But she had no time to brood had to complete her crucial presentation to be made next morning. Latter, at night as she is engrossed in her work at her study in her dark mahogany table, Jojo had unexpectedly popped up at her inbox saying he met her many years back when Maya was still in kolkata at her fathers place visited them with his father. She at that time had not yet moved to Mumbai. He makes a humble request if it was fine with her to get to know each other again after so many years. Genuinely, says he by luck found her while surfing on the social site. She finds him to be honest, and for reasons not very clearly known to her too allows him to be her friend.
In the following days and months she realises that every evening back home from work she would eagerly see if Jojo posted any message and to her delight he used to be waiting for her there patiently with a calm smile . He would ask how her day had been, and Maya, with great ease and negligible inhibition would bare her thoughts to him. Jojo was always there to give that patient hearing but never imposing any suggestion just a friendly advice that cemented their bond as friends. Maya did not want anybody who would impose anything on her, had enough of it both at work and at home but would love an honest opinion when the need rose. Jojo just did that. He was gentle, vibrant, and witty, whenever, he found her to be low while they chatted. His amusing sense of humour always enthralled her. He would share the day’s happenings with her and she would give it a patient hearing never imposing any judgement on it. This was the basic similarity that brought them closer. Maya soon found that he was the perfect friend she had been looking for in so many years. Thankful, to time and destiny, how one fine evening the wish came true without her making much of an effort.
She kept her personal struggle with keshav at a distance from him fearing he would sympathise with her and she was not ready that anybody should do that. He sensed it one night partially while they were chatting but Maya never gave any hint and he never brought that topic up for discussion.
Every evening was a delight for Maya for some time when Jojo would pop up on her screen and they would chat of common interest how the day was spent on both sides, of their similar eating habits, on the same kind of books that they loved to read, or just make fun on lighter issues of life, sharing incidents of a very similar upbringing that kept their friendship growing stronger everyday. Maya always longed for a pure platonic friend like him secretly. Jojo was a few years younger to her but was matured beyond his age and age was never an issue between them. They loved each other’s company and it was a connection that was pure and divine.
It was only when Maya decided to move to Majuli that she told him how things with keshav had gone wrong and how it was so essential for her to take full control of her life again. Jojo just said ‘listen to your heart and look ahead in life’. Not once sounding to be sympathising with her. Maybe he also practises the same belief and does not allow anybody to sympathise with him too when the going gets tough for him at times.
He would every day find out how her meditation and her book was progressing, and share small anecdotes with her which always seemed humorous. By 9 in the evening Maya would retire to her bed quite content with having spent a fruitful day.
Basking in the December winter sun outside her small cottage which had now become so much her home, she realised that she had almost finished 5 months in Majuli, and looking back at the 5 months she has realised that the gateway was such a healing process for her. She now had no regrets for her decision of moving away from Keshav. Her book was coming to an end. For quite sometime she had been struggling for an ending to her book and that morning sitting outside in her cottage she could visualise how she would love her book to end.
The day was further special as after one year of knowing her inbox friend he was finally coming down to Majuli from the remote Tea estate where he has been working and giving her constant company through the inbox, to meet her before she would leave for Mumbai in the coming few weeks. By 12 in the afternoon Tarulata the owner of her cottage made a sumptuous Assamases lunch of sour fish curry, potato mash , rice and green sag for her and her friend. At 1 in the afternoon Jojo arrived and Maya felt that she had known him since ages. They spoke, eat to their hearts content and laughed for almost every small thing. The three hours came to an end without them realising and it was time for Jojo to say adieu for the day.
With his car slowly moving into oblivion Maya realised that it was a friendship cemented for life.
The next two weeks Maya was totally engrossed in giving final touch to her book and learning the last bit of Assamese from Tarulata.It was a Saturday evening and one of her best saturday night spent being totally content with her inner self with Mr Gogoi and Tarulta laughing and eating a simple Assamese dinner. Winding up all her belongings in time Maya says her last goodnight to her guardians who looked after her for six months and was always there when she was low, retires to her bed in her last night at Majuli.
The morning is bright and birds chirping everywhere, Maya is dressed in a black and white salwar kamez hair washed and with a light dab of kajal in her eyes she looked like a 30 year old young beautiful vibrant girl ready to conquer the world. She sits behind the car with tarulata and Mr gogoi on the wheels the drive to Jorhat airport begins. The journey back will always be memorable for Maya she is taking back good memories of the place and Majuli will always remain dear to her.
At the jorhat airport Jojo was waiting with a beautiful bunch of mixed roses and choclates by now knows that they are one of her favourites. They hug each other and both thankful to God and offering silent prayers for having found a true friend in each other. He promises to meet her in Mumbai whenever he can, and Maya just smiles.
Inside the aircraft as it soars high and climbs towards the blue sky, Maya is all ready to face her real world once again. She mutters to herself ‘Mumabi I am back’.
She anxiously opens her inbox in her social networking sight and her heart missing a beat what if she is disappointed. But something told her as it always did, that, she will not be sad for her inbox had the mail that she waits so anxiously for the whole day to read and today evening was no different. Her mail was there in her inbox waiting for her. The smile on her face was so serene that its positive vibes moved across the room and it touched all the people in there. Everyone, for reason known to them were all happy and positive together for the moment. Thanks to Maya and her mail in her inbox.
Maya is a modern day woman with a strong mind of her own and after being a dweller on this earth for 37 years, and a marriage of a decade gone wrong, she needed a gateway from all the hustle and bustle of her Mumbai life and heal her soul and find her inner calling which had died down in her last ten years of being married and trying to make it a perfect communion on earth, and her demanding job as a very promising HR Professional.
Maya’s is attractive with a very vibrant and positive smile and an infectious laughter which would engulf everyone near her when she would laugh. Her sensuous lips complimented her beautiful eyes, and her soft spoken nature. When her lips moved to speak it mesmerised everyone. Compliments of how beautiful she looked were always in abundance for her, and it made her feel like a beautiful woman all over again and again. Maya loved the adulation.
Maya’s beautiful mind and soul never allowed her to give up when the going was absolutely looking like a dead end for her. She attributes her beautiful and rational mind to her family lineage and their influence on her.
The last one year’s struggle has its impact on Maya to such an extent that she has lost a lot of weight and the mirror has been desperately trying to reach out to her and tell her the same but cannot not reach Maya. She has completely shut herself from everything.
She moved out of Keshav’s flat her husband and companion for a decade and moved into the studio apartment of Mahira.her first step in moving away from him.
A walk one evening on Marine drive in the evening by the Queens Necklace when it looks the most amazing with Mahira her confidante and true friend since childhood who took out time to fly down from across the globe to be with Maya when she needed her the most, a week spent in almost all the coffee shops in suburban Mumbai, lying awake till morning at Maya’s cosy kitchen counter with mugs of black koffee, and the kitchen table lamp being the only witness to their heart to heart conversation, gave birth to Maya’s desire for a soul cleaning and spiritual retreat.
It took Mahira a week to grill into Maya that life need not come to a standstill and what she needed was a gateway form everything and everyone and be all on her own and move ahead. Mahira had read in a magazine that the river island Majuli in Assam was a beautiful place with lots of serenity and greenery around. She had a secret desire that one day she would visit the place. She brought up the idea with Maya and thanks to google all information how to reach the place and where to stay was all there. It was 4A.M in the morning Mahira had a flight back to Boston in the evening and time was moving like a hurricane... Maya needed to take her break to do her soul searching and coming to terms that she was not the villain for her failure as keshav had over innumerable long debates for nights together made her feel.
The seeing off at the Shivaji International airport was for some strange reason a very satisfying one for Mahira she knew deep down that Maya would come back from her spiritual retreat as a much more wiser and enlightened soul. She offered her silent prayers for her well being. The final boarding call and the last tight hug with Mahira and as Maya watched Mahira disappear amidst the crowd heading for various destinations with different mindsets
That night Maya missed Mahira as her home seemed all silent. She fixed herself a jumbo Tuna sandwich and a hot cup of chocolate to give her company while she planned to work late night to clear of her last assignment and then gear up for her own destination which she herself too was looking ahead quite eagerly.
The early Sunday morning Mumbai was beautiful the drive to the airport made her realise that for the next six months she would miss her city of twelve years.
The flight to Jorhat was on time. Having worked the whole night her tired eyes could no longer be with her, they needed to take rest. So having snuggled in comfortably into her seat with eye shades to shun her completely she drifted into her slumber. The announcement that the flight would be landing in Jorhat shook Maya out of her slumber, she peeped out to see the quiet breathtaking view of Jorhat as the aeroplane made a smooth landing at the quiet airport.
As arranged earlier Mr Gogoi was there waiting with a huge smile and the colourful white and red bordered Assamase Gamocha to welcome his guest for quite sometime in Majuli.
Mr Gogoi and his wife Torulata have been running this home away from home in Majuli. Of late there has been a gradual influx of people from across the globe who would come there for months together on social projects to save the river island from extinction.
The last two months in Majuli has helped Maya to take her first step to liberate herself from her guilt to begin with. The day starts early for Maya an hour of yoga and meditation in the day and a salutation to the Sun God marks the beginning of each of her day. The meditation has helped Maya to rationalise things and her soul seems to breathe in more of fresh air at ease. Maya keeps herself busy by writing poems and working on a book which she has been contemplating for quite sometime.
Writing has become a great source for relieving her inner wounds .Her other source of inspiration to keep up with her writing and not loosing focus goes to Jojo her social networking acquaintance who without her making much of an effort has been quietly becoming her source of comfort level. He, to her surprise turned out to be a companion and friend whom she has been looking for quite unconsciously in her deepest of heart.
. Maya is not sure when was the day but remembers very vividly that pressure at work and then getting back home in the evening after waging a war with the Mumbai evening traffic, and with keshav, very casually but rudely commenting about her not being involved behaviour at home which upsets Maya as it has been for so many years now. But she had no time to brood had to complete her crucial presentation to be made next morning. Latter, at night as she is engrossed in her work at her study in her dark mahogany table, Jojo had unexpectedly popped up at her inbox saying he met her many years back when Maya was still in kolkata at her fathers place visited them with his father. She at that time had not yet moved to Mumbai. He makes a humble request if it was fine with her to get to know each other again after so many years. Genuinely, says he by luck found her while surfing on the social site. She finds him to be honest, and for reasons not very clearly known to her too allows him to be her friend.
In the following days and months she realises that every evening back home from work she would eagerly see if Jojo posted any message and to her delight he used to be waiting for her there patiently with a calm smile . He would ask how her day had been, and Maya, with great ease and negligible inhibition would bare her thoughts to him. Jojo was always there to give that patient hearing but never imposing any suggestion just a friendly advice that cemented their bond as friends. Maya did not want anybody who would impose anything on her, had enough of it both at work and at home but would love an honest opinion when the need rose. Jojo just did that. He was gentle, vibrant, and witty, whenever, he found her to be low while they chatted. His amusing sense of humour always enthralled her. He would share the day’s happenings with her and she would give it a patient hearing never imposing any judgement on it. This was the basic similarity that brought them closer. Maya soon found that he was the perfect friend she had been looking for in so many years. Thankful, to time and destiny, how one fine evening the wish came true without her making much of an effort.
She kept her personal struggle with keshav at a distance from him fearing he would sympathise with her and she was not ready that anybody should do that. He sensed it one night partially while they were chatting but Maya never gave any hint and he never brought that topic up for discussion.
Every evening was a delight for Maya for some time when Jojo would pop up on her screen and they would chat of common interest how the day was spent on both sides, of their similar eating habits, on the same kind of books that they loved to read, or just make fun on lighter issues of life, sharing incidents of a very similar upbringing that kept their friendship growing stronger everyday. Maya always longed for a pure platonic friend like him secretly. Jojo was a few years younger to her but was matured beyond his age and age was never an issue between them. They loved each other’s company and it was a connection that was pure and divine.
It was only when Maya decided to move to Majuli that she told him how things with keshav had gone wrong and how it was so essential for her to take full control of her life again. Jojo just said ‘listen to your heart and look ahead in life’. Not once sounding to be sympathising with her. Maybe he also practises the same belief and does not allow anybody to sympathise with him too when the going gets tough for him at times.
He would every day find out how her meditation and her book was progressing, and share small anecdotes with her which always seemed humorous. By 9 in the evening Maya would retire to her bed quite content with having spent a fruitful day.
Basking in the December winter sun outside her small cottage which had now become so much her home, she realised that she had almost finished 5 months in Majuli, and looking back at the 5 months she has realised that the gateway was such a healing process for her. She now had no regrets for her decision of moving away from Keshav. Her book was coming to an end. For quite sometime she had been struggling for an ending to her book and that morning sitting outside in her cottage she could visualise how she would love her book to end.
The day was further special as after one year of knowing her inbox friend he was finally coming down to Majuli from the remote Tea estate where he has been working and giving her constant company through the inbox, to meet her before she would leave for Mumbai in the coming few weeks. By 12 in the afternoon Tarulata the owner of her cottage made a sumptuous Assamases lunch of sour fish curry, potato mash , rice and green sag for her and her friend. At 1 in the afternoon Jojo arrived and Maya felt that she had known him since ages. They spoke, eat to their hearts content and laughed for almost every small thing. The three hours came to an end without them realising and it was time for Jojo to say adieu for the day.
With his car slowly moving into oblivion Maya realised that it was a friendship cemented for life.
The next two weeks Maya was totally engrossed in giving final touch to her book and learning the last bit of Assamese from Tarulata.It was a Saturday evening and one of her best saturday night spent being totally content with her inner self with Mr Gogoi and Tarulta laughing and eating a simple Assamese dinner. Winding up all her belongings in time Maya says her last goodnight to her guardians who looked after her for six months and was always there when she was low, retires to her bed in her last night at Majuli.
The morning is bright and birds chirping everywhere, Maya is dressed in a black and white salwar kamez hair washed and with a light dab of kajal in her eyes she looked like a 30 year old young beautiful vibrant girl ready to conquer the world. She sits behind the car with tarulata and Mr gogoi on the wheels the drive to Jorhat airport begins. The journey back will always be memorable for Maya she is taking back good memories of the place and Majuli will always remain dear to her.
At the jorhat airport Jojo was waiting with a beautiful bunch of mixed roses and choclates by now knows that they are one of her favourites. They hug each other and both thankful to God and offering silent prayers for having found a true friend in each other. He promises to meet her in Mumbai whenever he can, and Maya just smiles.
Inside the aircraft as it soars high and climbs towards the blue sky, Maya is all ready to face her real world once again. She mutters to herself ‘Mumabi I am back’.
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