My own space

It has been such a long time since I posted anything here. Life has been so hectic and unpredictable during these years, that its difficult to fathom sometimes. All of us were carefree untill 2019 and then CoVid happened. Personally I'll call it a curse 'coz directly and indirectly it played a crucial role in me losing three of the most important members of my family. The most important personal loss to me was the death of my mum which came as a sudden shocker.My mum was my best friend and my guide. Her loss shook me to the core specially since I had to undergo the trauma twice , the first time being the death of my elder sister in a brutal accident. I was the unfortunate witness to both the deaths. And yet Life had to go on. As difficult it may seem, we need to move on. One thing that I have inherited from mum is her unshakeable resilence. I have the power over myself to choose to be vulnerable or strong. And I choose the later. I have...

Craaaaaaasssssssssh……………… No dears this isn’t the sound of a car crashing. Actually Mr. Purohit ke haath me se chai ka cup gir gaya . Yeh ussi ki aawaz hai. Abhi unki biwi aayegi chillate hue “array ab kya toda aapne……… ajji sunte ho………” aur Mr. Purohit ka stereotyped jawab hoga “nahi behra ho gaya hu”. Every morning Mr. Purohit had the habit of sitting in the balcony and reading his favorite health column in the english newspaper. This morning as usual he was sipping his cup of masala chai when suddenly his eyes fell on the headlines…… “Accident on S. G. Highway……” Yeh padh ke uthe aur chai ka cup gir gaya. “Lata, apne daamadji ki gaadi ka numbe kya hai batana toh zara?” “kyu kya hua. Cup tootnne se gaadi ke number ka kya connection?. Raat ko beer weer chadha ke to nahi aaye na?” “ Apni bewajah ki bakwaas apne paas rakkho. Aur mujhe jaldi batao number kya hai.” “GJ 1BC 2655, ab toh batao kya hua?” “Just look. Paper me aaya hai. S.G Highway pe accident hua hai. Aur gaadi ka number bhi...