One Stop Destination

I have been referred to With numerous names, I have been spoken of For playing mind games. I have been called An opportunist Who uses her womanly wiles, To get her way And get away With people by using smiles. If I wear bright colours, A bangle, a bindi And a pair of ear top. I am said to have  Taken pains To look good and dress up. If I laugh aloud  I have no shame If I dont I am a Snob If I am Independent They think its due to my job. I have had enough and now its time For me to raise my voice. I am a Widow I agree But it was never by choice. I am not a window of opportunity Nor a tissue to use and throw. Neither am I a damsel in despair Nor a broken bow. I dont need any shoulder To cry and lean on. Do not think I am emotionally weak, I dont need another 'Someone'. I really pity  The people who see The smile on my face for their notion. They can never see The pain within me For them m

     Remember Nora? Well...thought of meeting her after a gap of two years. Had heard a lot from others. Was told how she was a courageous woman, taking everything in her stride and moving on..Had learnt she was admired for the way she behaved. I had almost etched a picture of hers in my mind.  Met her. Found her to be fitting the descriptions I had heard. Felt good...in fact...lighter in my heart. Thanked God for the status quo. And then...without giving a second thought, probed her. Lo and behold!!! A new facet!!! There were no streams of tears but her eyes were wet. No more lumps in her throat when she answered queries about her soulmate and yet her mind always raced back to her children with a prayer in her heart "May God make them as strong as steel - tough, dependable, long lasting."       Time like a typical gypsy had moved on. She had kept abreast with its pace. Yet there were still unanswered queries buried deep within her: She kept getting answers for que

"Hi sweetheart." "What are you doing here???? you scared the daylights out of me!!!!" "Sorry...I just came to say I love you." "But I hate you." "I love you." "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." "Why honey?" "I hate you because now I have to pay the bills and take care of finances. I hate you for forcing me to drive on highways and getting me to wash the car. For doing the rewiring in the house, repairing the taps. For letting me sit through whitewashes and distempering. I could go on and on and on. Now you understand why I hate you." "I.... I am....very sorry." "Sorry!!!! You expect me to forgive you???? You know very well that my calculations are weak. I still write six multiplied by six as twelve though my mind knows it is 36. Remember the accident I miraculously escaped???How can you forget? After all, it always gave you a reason to make fun of my d

   Commander Phoenix looked out of the tinted window  in his office. He could see the leaves of all visible trees drooping. He glanced at the clock. It was exactly twelve 'o' clock.    'Good that the weather is so sultry and humid. No wonder then that people have stuck to their offices,' he mused.    Pleasing Commander Phoenix was a tough job. He was a hard task master and had a no nonsense approach. But that afternoon he was a happy man. Before he could mull over the file on his table, the phone rang.    "Hello."    "Hi Phoenix, it is me Winget this side."   Commander Winget was head of a collocated unit. Unlike Commander Phoenix, Commander Winget was quite vocal about his thoughts and had a great sense of humour. In spite of their individual differences both worked in tandem.    "Hey Winget, it is so unlike you to call at this time!" Commander Phoenix was truly surprised receiving the call.    "I know you must