One Stop Destination

                     "Madam ji tea".        Komol had brought piping hot tea for me. A sip and it won me over. No wonder, people say then Assam or Asom pronounced Ahom, has one of the best tea in the world.        "Thanks Komol. Tell me who all live here."        "Madam ji you will soon find out," said Komol and before I could utter another word he ran out of my sight.        I went and closed the door while musing over the strangeness of the incident. Unable to resist the tempting comforts of the bed and the tiredness felt as an after effect of the long journey, I lied down for a short nap.         "Madam ji saab ji is calling you."        Komol's sudden shout made me jump and I almost fell off the bed. I thought I was dreaming. I heard him shout again. I washed my face, tied my hair and opened the door. I was irritated beyond words.        "Stop pacing up and down! What is the matter Komol? Why are you shouting?

I have been living all my life  Moving on And not clinging To the time that is Past. I cry when I am sad, I cry when I am angry, I cry when I am happy. I emote When I  cry. I have my own set of regrets,  Ones  that I may never share With you Or with anyone else....  I am made up of tears Contradictions. Fears, smiles and pain. I may look fragile But I am not weak. I may falter But will never fall. If I do, I will rise again. I can survive, I can live on my own. I can support, I can lend a helping hand. If I need help I ask. If I show support I express. I speak my mind, Hear the songs of my heart, See to believe, Touch to reach out, Smell things fishy. I sense. I know what I am worth, I only need encouragement. I know my goals, Its opportunities  I am looking at. Give me any role And I will play my part well. No extra retakes I will give Because I will be living the part And breathe into it. I do not bother About the length of my

               After what seemed like a long and tumultuous journey, I finally saw the familiar colour combination popping up in the distance. I just can't tell you how much relief that sight brought to me. Anyways, a detailed description of that would in no way fit into the requirement of this story, so.....lets move ahead.       I was asked to disembark in front of Room No. 22. I offloaded my luggage (Of course with help, I am not vested with six packs abs you see!!!!) and thanked the Laurel Hardy duo for having come to receive me. Once they left in the huge transporter, I took a good look at the area which was now going to be my home.       Like any sentimental fool, the thought of home took me miles away from my current location. You have heard of the physically present mentally absent terminology, haven't you???? Anyways....I was a newbie in a new job at that point of time (a decade has passed since that fateful day and a moment preceding a momentous occasi

        8th March every year is devoted to the most beautiful, strong, sensitive yet contradictory creation of God- A WOMAN.  For the regular MCP (Male Chauvinist Pig!!!) the dumber she is the better and for the Feminists, the smarter the better. Yet, its not the battle of the races or gender that should matter now, it is whether a woman truly values herself or not.           So many times a woman lets go of her wants for the sake of her family. So many times she forgets that she too is unique in her own way. So many times she is left unappreciated, unloved, disrespected..... Its high time that the world and most importantly woman herself, realizes what she is truly worthy of achieving.           Neither am I a feminist nor a supporter of the MCP. I am just a woman trying to make another woman feel good about herself. This month I pledge to appreciate every woman I meet. Will you???